Payback’s a Mutha

[Intro]
See, not long back, when I was seventeen
When I walked in a 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
Revenge, I'm mad

[Verse 1]
They spreadin' rumors 'bout 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, wrotе some rhymes
And now that I'm eighteen, I'm not a kid no morе
I can walk in a nightclub and walk across the floor
I'ma 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
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 get, 'cause I'm a pro at this trade
See, you thought you got away, but you're about to get paid
Told girls I was wack, shouldn't have did that, brother
Look, I'm King Tee and my payback's a mother

[Chorus]
Revenge (You know what?), I'm mad, uh
Uh
Uh
Uh— hey— hey—

[Verse 2]
As I talk, you get madder 'cause 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 no crack 'cause 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 wanna ride King's tip
Going down in fame, just remember my name
Not a sap-o with a afro, a king with a brain
If a sucker gets beef and wanna battle let him come
Forget dinner, where's my gun?
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 people say that I'm a genius
You said my crew was wack, you haven't even seen us
So I'll get you back, you 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
Better look out, suckers, I'm here for the payback

[Chorus]
Revenge, I'm mad
That ain't right
Wanna fight
That ain't right
Wanna fight

[Verse 3]
See, I'm macho supreme, head honcho of the team
Numero uno, Kadafi of the hip-hop scene
I could be a cool rebel, I'm already tough
Dominant 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 the list
Scotty Dee, Keith Cooley, and Cold Crush Chris
Vatchiek's a pro, he's also down with the drew
On the drums— drums— DJ Cool Pooh
If you ever get souped up, you'll look like a pooh-butt
You ask me to stop, and I ask you, "To do what?"
I won't stop 'til I paid you back
By the time I'm through with you, you'll wanna smoke some crack
'Cause I'm the King tee, there is no other
You better get ready, my payback's a mother

[Outro]
Hey
Hey
Get down— Get down— Get down— down— down— down—
Get down— down— down— down— Get down— down—
Revenge, I'm mad