Hay-ya!

'sup

Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house

This is the mighty king tee

And my homeboy dj aladdin is in the place

Blunt-smokin mike

And i'ma flaunt these lyrics right here



Moves - i got moves for the mind

Kind of weary but if you hear me, you'll find

No one could conquer the kingdom i resurrected

Perfected this, watch out, there's a hectic

Man on the stage, screamin out a page i wrote

The type of shit mc's wanna quote

And get broke off somethin real swell

Cause i can tell you try to swell when you bail

But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your chest

Just phantasize you bein the best

Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid

Mediocre mc's can't deal with this

And what you're hearin now is tha great

(is that right? - oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake)

Yes, i'm comin, i'm bringin what you're wantin

It might sound like i'm goin off, but hey, i'm just flauntin



(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) --> w.c.



Back at home i got a throne where i sit

Piecin up metaphoric bits

My style is the quiet, cool gangster type

But when the 40 hits, it gets hype

Niggas can't understand and trip

When i be rockin that old school shit

That i used to play when i rolled like a professional

Hittin side to side in my fo'

Flauntin the technique just like when i speak

My words come above the average peak

E can get swift with a scratch

( *e-swift scratches a quote* )

People keep askin: does king tee still have his coupe?

Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'?

Come on, hop, picture that on a flick

I ain't goin out like a trick

No matter what you do, i always pop up, troop

(like what?) sort of like if i was wild rumour

And this is how you pump it when you're livin in compton

Cause it ain't about nothin but flauntin



(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)



Yeah, i'm just flauntin'



(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)



Break it down



(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)



Come on



Now homes! (what up?) homes!

I need headphones to hear the funky tones

No more switchin, i'll pitch the bitch and

Now we're gonna swing

With the coolest king

The imperial

I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo

So you can hear me flow

And bro, on the microphone i'm a flexer

You got played, and on the mic you're a extra

I go deep for the dope style and i stay sharp

Frame my lyrics up like art

Mc's keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin

Back in '85 is where i spun, and

Up jumps the crowned royal king of cool rap

And when i rock the joint, they be like "who's that

Fly rappin nigga?!" and rappers be like, "pull the trigger

Let's assassinate king tee tha great"

But faith keeps me on top of the crop

With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot

And this is for the suckers that be frontin

It's king tee tha great, in '92 i'm just flauntin



Baby!



Just flauntin'



I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj pooh

My homeboy mc jazzy ren

Blunt-smokin mike

Youknowmsayin?

And we outta here

On out


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