(Intro)
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
(verse one)
They spreaded 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 muther
(scratch freestyle)
(verse two)
As I talk you get madder
Because the crowd starts to no
