Yeah you what's up king tee's in the muthaf**kin' house
Got my homeboy young floyd in the house
J Ro's in the house
But yo
Now here's something everybody can relate to
I know you hate to but I feel great to
Be the man to shake you awake you and make you
Stop sleeping and I do what it takes to
Bring a screeching halt to the snoozing
First listen to the jam before you start choosing
And refusing saying you can't hack it
You never even bothered to take it out the jacket
Put it on the turntable have a listen
Then if it's wack start dissing
Now I understand why you're dissing my cut
So I spit in my foot and stick my fist up your butt
'Cause you have no business really in this
And I have no time for that diss diss
I shoot a rhyme at you like I'm shooting to kill
And you can do is ask yourself
Can this be real
Can this be real
Now this song I dedicate it to the sleepers
Nothing real hard just a little teaser
For those who told those that the king tee was done with
No not quite yo pooh pump it
Suckers don't front I know it's me you admire
I take your girl set her soul on fire
I use the mic like a gun and my rhymes like ammo
I go Tyson while others go rambo
Pooh puts are warned break north while you can bub
Give up rapping join my fanclub
I'm the rap reverend hip hop evangelist
Yo I can handle this pass me the cannabis
I can handle this pass me the cannabis
Pro rap artist and my rhymes are kinda raunchy
Start with something smooth end with something punchy
See I can rock funk rock reggae or salsa
Heavy metal or some soul disco at the casa
Just to the point of a vinyl convention
Tee does the rapping e does the mixing
So if you're still sleeping yo that's ill
But when you're awake what's your question
Tell me can this be real
Let me see if I can bust this one off
Right here one take
As I resume with my rhymes or should I say continue
You got the nerve to try to pretend you
Don't like what I'm doing or saying so far
But usually when I'm done you're satisfied of course
I don't front or fake don't base or sniff
Don't rob or steal or shoot dice and pimp
'Cause I love to hang out with my posse and chill
You might think I'm a thug so think what you will
I got a girl with a curl and a hommie named Sonny
Never smoked crack 'cause the s**t smelled funny
King tee my alter ego there's not to be a sequel
Suckers try to diss me when I entertain the people
Hey I'm a murderer your girl I'm serving her
You feel like beefing hah the nerve of ya
I hit you so hard it make your mother feel dizzy
Back up punk the King came to get busy
Tell me can this be real
Tell me can this be real
Tell me can this be real
Oh
Tell me can this be real
Tell me can this be real
Oh
Tell me can this be real
Tell me can this be real
Hi
Tell me can this be real
