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