King Tee - Paybacks a Mutha Lyrics

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

They spread 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 mother

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 want to 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 want to 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

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 want to smoke some crack
Because I'm the King tee
There is no other

Ya better get ready
My paybacks a mother