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

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 (verse two)

 As I talk you get madder
 Because 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 the crack
 Because 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 sapoe with a afro
 A king with a brain
 If a sucker gets beef
 And wanna battle,let'em come
 We'll discuss it over lunch
 And drink some one-fifty-one
 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 even say I'm a genius
 You said my crew was wack
 You haven't even seen us
 So I'll get you back
 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
 You better look out punk
 I'm here for the payback

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 (verse three)

 See,I'm macho supreme
 Head honch of the team
 Numero uno
 Kadafi of the Hip Hop scene
 I could be a cool rebel
 I'm already tuff
 Dominate 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 to the list
 Scotty Dee,Keith Cooley
 And cold crush Chris
 Vatchiek's a pro
 He's also down with the krew
 The master mind of the drum
 Dj Cool Pooh
 If you ever get souped up
 You'll look like a poot butt
 You'll ask me to stop
 And I ask you to do what
 I won't stop till I paid you back
 By the time I'm through with you
 You'll wanna smoke some crack
 Because I'm the King tee
 There is no other


 Ya better get ready
 My paybacks a muther

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