Hay-ya

Sup

Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house

This is the mighty king tee

And my homeboy dj Aladdin is in the place

Blunt smokin mike

And I'ma flaunt these lyrics right here

Moves I got moves for the mind

Kind of weary but if you hear me you'll find

No one could conquer the Kingdom I resurrected

Perfected this watch out there's a hectic

Man on the stage screamin out a page I wrote

The type of sht mc's wanna quote

And get broke off somethin real swell

Cause I can tell you try to swell when you bail

But you ain't big don't try to stick out your chest

Just phantasize you bein the best

Not a clear picture huh not vivid

Mediocre mc's can't deal with this

And what you're hearin now is tha great

Is that right oh yeah he's back for haven's sake

Yes I'm comin I'm bringin what you're wantin

It might sound like I'm goin off but hey I'm just flauntin

Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed

Back at home I got a throne where I sit

Piecin up metaphoric bits

My style is the quiet cool gangster type

But when the fourty hits it gets hype

N***as can't understand and trip

When I be rockin that old school sht

That I used to play when I rolled like a professional

Hittin side to side in my fo'

Flauntin the technique just like when I speak

My words come above the average peak

E can get swift with a scratch

People keep askin does king tee still have his coupe

Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'

Come on hop picture that on a flick

I ain't goin out like a trick

No matter what you do I always pop up troop

Like what

Sort of like if I was wild rumour

And this is how you pump it when you're livin in compton

Cause it ain't about nothin but flauntin

Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed

Yeah I'm just flaunting

Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed

Break it down

Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed

Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed

Come on

Now homes

What up

Homes

I need headphones to hear the funky tones

No more switchin I'll pitch the bch and

Now we're gonna swing

With the coolest king

The imperial

I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo

So you can hear me flow

And bro on the microphone I'm a flexer

You got played and on the mic you're a extra

I go deep for the de style and I stay sharp

Frame my lyrics up like art

MC's keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin

Back in '85 is where I spun and

Up jumps the crowned royal King of Cool Rap

And when I rock the joint they be like who's that

Fly rappin nia and rappers be like pull the trigger

Let's assassinate king tee tha great

But faith keeps me on top of the crop

With a 40oz

Of beer and a blunt full of pot

And this is for the suckers that be frontin

It's king tee tha great in 'ninty two I'm just flauntin

Baby

Just flaunting

I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj Pooh

My homeboy mc jazzy ren

Blunt smokin mike

Youknowmsayin

And we outta here

On out