(intro)
See,not long back when I was seventeen
When I walk in the jam
Suckers look at me mean
They wouldnt give me respect
Told girls I was wack
You shouldnt have did that brother
Im here for the payback
(verse one)
They spreaded rumors about the king
They said that I was a front
All my rhymes are wack
All my cuts are bunk
They said I live in a slum
My fathers a bum
They said my sisters a crackhead
My brothers drinkin rum
But I didnt let it bother me
Took my time
Sat at the kitchen table
Wrote my rhymes
And now that Im eighteen,im not a kid no more
I could walk in a nightclub and wop across the floor
Im a show you Im good
Make you wish that you could do the things that I do
If I could teach you I would
See,back then you didnt like me
I stayed in your path
See my name on a flyer
You giggle and laugh
Tell people Im soft when I could really get off
You didnt know it,now I show it
Im the hip hop boss
See,people like you are known for fakin
Frontin and bluffing and perpetratin
Biting and lyin and always waitin
For me to come around and see how much Im makin
See,money I got, cause Im a pro at this trade
You thought you got away
But youre about to get paid
You told girls I was wack
Shouldnt have did that brother
Look, Im king tee and my paybacks a muther
(scratch freestyle)
(verse two)
As I talk you get madder
Because the crowd starts to notice
A professional rhymer,yeah,you must know this
Im cooler than most
Most of all Im so cool
Never smacked on the crack
Because Im too busy in school
See,i just think youre jealous
And you envy my style
You hear my rhymes,say its weak
But in your mind youre sayin "wow"
Tell people Im ugly and I got big lips
But as I walk by your girl
She wanna ride kings tip
Going down in fame just remember my name
Not a sapoe with a afro
A king with a brain
If a sucker gets beef
And wanna battle,letem come
Well discuss it over lunch
And drink some one-fifty-one
After that I set a trap
Even though i feel tipsy
The crowd starts to clap
And I aint even got busy
Im great
Some even say Im a genius
You said my crew was wack
You havent even seen us
So Ill get you back
Cant survive too long
Tellin lies about the king
But I could take it Im strong
Got a emmy in rap for usin my cool strategy
Rappin was nominated to get a academy
The girlies I get,suckers probably get mad at me
But I dont care
King tee is the baddest,see
Filas my trademark
Im going for a medal
Letting off some steam
Like fire to the kettle
Sportin real gold and a baseball cap
You better look out punk
Im here for the payback
(scratch freestyle)
(verse three)
See,im macho supreme
Head honch of the team
Numero uno
Kadafi of the hip hop scene
I could be a cool rebel
Im already tuff
Dominate rap artist
Never spoke on a bluff
Down and Im hard
When Im rockin Im smooth
I get a trophy for mostly doin b-boy moves
Affiliated with a posse
Let me go down to the list
Scotty dee,keith cooley
And cold crush chris
Vatchieks a pro
Hes also down with the krew
The master mind of the drum
Dj cool pooh
If you ever get souped up
Youll look like a poot butt
Youll ask me to stop
And I ask you to do what
I wont stop till I paid you back
By the time Im through with you
Youll wanna smoke some crack
Because Im the king tee
There is no other
Ya better get ready
My paybacks a muther
(scratch freestyle)
