Yo, check this out.
Oh, shit.
I want to dedicate this.
song to all them motherfuckers out there that, that, that, that, that, that, that.
Wait, rewind.
Watch out.
What is this, man?
Some cool shit for the King's Anthology.
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers should've stepped when I warned them I'm from the boondocks of Compton, California
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass.
I went to high school but I flunked every class.
To what makes you think I give a fuck about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check and I'll bet.
you won't run up son of a punk and a bitch too i should have did a drive-by on you and your
crew.
Cause y'all be popping some shit that's unheard of for you.
What's the word?
It's murder fun.
When I'll be crushing your hood with a passion.
And I ain't talking that action Jackson.
When I come, you better run for ammo or get played like a fucking piano.
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfucking lynch mob.
What's up, nigga?
And yo.
i cube i heard you was singing now man what's up yo yo don't write me but i don't
I kick shit with the king, motherfucker.
Ice, you will clock the cash rock.
And if you run up, I'll suck your ass.
And watch that eye get swollen.
Cause I'm playing punk niggas like Beethoven So bust a cap or swing and die
Gil Brenner.
It's still the King and Bob.
Cause where I'm from, the sun don't.
So one time, hope I only bust one rhyme.
But I bust one more for the suck.
Cause last year I was ruthless, now I'm lynching, motherfucker.
And you'll see.
Now they looking for me, KT, and Pooh.
Now every nigga that cross me, Supreme.
Because I played their ass like a fucking piano.
Yo, check this out.
We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfucking app from LH.
s**t to holla come on man well i'ma take the mic like it was a jack move
Run with the beat as long as the track flows.
Hot ass lava organized like a seminar.
serve you, your crew, him, and then a couple of rat saps you think they can get, but you slip.
and so nitwit just get the nuts killing your high hopes watching your right nose better walk a chalk line
Now fuck it, I type a rap, slicker, thicker, quicker than others.
Then I stop, swift, shift from purse to purse.
fifth while you stop the shoplift.
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls.
I bust another every bomb I had.
Blue ball, serious as drama.
I'm a watcher, say me too.
You're shorter than me, shoot your rhymes.
through.
You're nothing like GQ transparent.
I made it apparent.
I made a wax and tax that incoherent because B-R-E
Easy E will easily remain to be a top MC when you see me.
I wear a beanie and not a cane comb.
Now you got playing like a fucking piano.
This is just a sample of three black Negroes who grew up in the heart of the ghetto.
doing what we have to just to make ends meet some still for a living some stand on the street
just slang some gang bang but big deal they're saying copton you gotta kill it get killed motherfucking police
pull you over, slam you down, then tell you that your hood is that town, and I ain't going for
No shit like that.
Cut me up.
Take me to jail.
I'll come back.
Talking much shit because I talk what the fuck I feel.
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal.
So a punk like you can't fuck with me That big ballin' ass nigga named King T
you think you can i don't think that you can though reach the ice cube and freeze and the
The piano.
