Текст (слова) песни: King Tee - Paybacks a Mutha

(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)

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