(intro)



See,not long back when i was seventeen

When i walk in the jam

Suckers look at me mean

They wouldn't give me respect

Told girls i was wack

You shouldn't have did that brother

I'm 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 father's a bum

They said my sister's a crackhead

My brother's drinkin' rum

But i didn't let it bother me

Took my time

Sat at the kitchen table

Wrote my rhymes

And now that i'm eighteen,i'm not a kid no more

I could walk in a nightclub and wop across the floor

I'm a show you i'm good

Make you wish that you could do the things that i do

If i could teach you i would

See,back then you didn't like me

I stayed in your path

See my name on a flyer

You giggle and laugh

Tell people i'm soft when i could really get off

You didn't know it,now i show it

I'm 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 i'm makin'

See,money i got, 'cause i'm a pro at this trade

You thought you got away

But you're about to get paid

You told girls i was wack

Shouldn't have did that brother

Look, i'm king tee and my payback's 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

I'm cooler than most

Most of all i'm so cool

Never smacked on the crack

Because i'm too busy in school

See,i just think you're jealous

And you envy my style

You hear my rhymes,say it's weak

But in your mind you're sayin' "wow"

Tell people i'm ugly and i got big lips

But as i walk by your girl

She wanna ride king's 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,let'em come

We'll 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 ain't even got busy

I'm great

Some even say i'm a genius

You said my crew was wack

You haven't even seen us

So i'll get you back

Can't survive too long

Tellin' lies about the king

But i could take it i'm 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 don't care

King tee is the baddest,see

Fila's my trademark

I'm 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

I'm here for the payback



(scratch freestyle)



(verse three)



See,i'm macho supreme

Head honch of the team

Numero uno

Kadafi of the hip hop scene

I could be a cool rebel

I'm already tuff

Dominate rap artist

Never spoke on a bluff

Down and i'm hard

When i'm rockin' i'm 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

Vatchiek's a pro

He's also down with the krew

The master mind of the drum

Dj cool pooh

If you ever get souped up

You'll look like a poot butt

You'll ask me to stop

And i ask you to do what

I won't stop till i paid you back

By the time i'm through with you

You'll wanna smoke some crack

Because i'm the king tee

There is no other

Ya better get ready

My paybacks a muther



(scratch freestyle)


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