Oh, shit.
I want to dedicate this.
song to all them motherfuckers out there that, that, that, that, that, that.
Perpetrating.
Perpetrating.
Perpetrating.
Wait.
Hey, but y'all.
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.
So 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
because y'all be popping some shit that's unheard of for you what's the word uh whack it's murder son
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.
ice 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.
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 Brenna.
It's still the king and mom.
Because where I'm from, the sun don't
So one time, I hope I only bust one rhyme.
But I bust one more for the suckers.
Last year, I was rooting.
is now i'm lynching and you'll see in a tree and season cruise now they look
it for me, KT, and Pooh.
Now every nigga that cross me, sublime.
Because I play their ass like a fucking
Piano.
Yo, check this out.
We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfucking house from L.A.
And he got some shit to holler.
Come on, man.
Well, I'ma take the mic like it was a jack move.
Run with the beat as long as the track goes.
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 shit so nitwit just get the nuts killing your high hopes watching your right nose better walk a chalk line
Now fuck it, a type of rap, slicker, thicker, quicker than others.
Then I stop swift shit from first to...
why you stop the shoplift take the mic stand whenever the duty calls my boss enough for every bomb i had i could
Blue ball, serious as drama.
I'm a watcher, say me too.
You're shorter than me, shoot.
You're wrong.
through.
You're nothing like GQ transparent.
I made it apparent.
I made a wax and tax that incoherent.
Cause B-R-E
Easy E will easily remain to be a top MC when you see me.
I wear a beanie and not a can't go.
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 constant 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 come back Talking much shit cause 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.
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the fucking piano.
Nigga!
