King Kutt

Lyrics

[Intro] I know you're gonna dig this [Verse 1] I'm coming straight outta Compton You niggas need to hear it more often I'm royal, that mean I ain't content with taking no losses These rappers in my city need to quit the fuck-talking When half of you niggas never traveled further than Joplin I'm the formula, all of you niggas dying to taste me Talked about Tech, but give up and left, I'd have replaced me If you could, but ain't a nigga in town that faze me Got Papa, Rittz, or anybody you niggas did lately I annihilate beats, read the minds of a feature A handkerchief, knife and fork and a glass of wine when I eat 'em No monkey business but I cannot deny I'm the Caesar I'm the only chief so how you gon' say I ain't the king then? Either with me or against me, I'm the hardest, in short (???) Regardless, got no pity for artists who don't feel me Kutt Calhoun, make 'em remember the name I'm the bolder nigga, plus I was the coldest at [lengthy bleep] [Hook] I'm a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) King, King Kutt King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt King, Kutt, King Kutt Down with the king (King Kutt) King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) We got the street, suckas Can you dig it? [Verse 2] I'm the artist these feminine-assed artists ain't seen since Straight Outta Compton, meaning you niggas ain't seen shit Y'all too busy shaking ass and getting dressed by a seamstress Young Thugging? You niggas walk around dingaling-less Yeah I said it, Sway in the Morning, Shade 45 97 The Beat, and Breakfast Club with Charlamagne God Need to hear it, 'cause ain't nobody addressing the problem When (???) was making sense, but when the sense is uncommon Time to pause— these niggas selling their lives for attention Not to mention you people willing to buy if you listen Got your sons walking around, dancing, dressing like bitches I tried to stomach it, but I couldn't fathom the sickness Like divine intervention, I'ma stop with the sauce Step in and lay down the law, and teach them how to be raw A miracle in your presence here to reckon with all Rich Homie Quan, you're cool but the rest of us all [Hook] I'm a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) King, King Kutt King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt King, Kutt, King Kutt Down with the king (King Kutt) King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) We got the street, suckas Can you dig it? [Verse 3] Never would I let an R&B nigga body me Or Lauryn Hill me, our Breezy is killing 'em softly Saw street niggas focused on a chick, it's camaraderie And let 'em have it, plus the radio stations corroborate Spinning in rotation like an everyday hit Your reputation sinking faster than an old battleship Don't hate me, I just be what these streets need And my knees get so weak when streets show weakness Raw, competition, that's my hobby and job To kill niggas, the lyrical sense and not like the cops do Show on up in your dream just to remind that I got you Like Freddy from Elm Street but won't be wearing the costume And I cut like Calhoun, they drop to their knees, it's Niggas bowing like they witnessed the coming of Jesus No Hail Marys, confessions couldn't save you from me, just A basket under your head for when the king guillotines it [Hook] I'm a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) King, King Kutt King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt King, Kutt, King Kutt Down with the king (King Kutt) King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) We got the street, suckas Can you dig it? [Verse 4] Black Gold is a dynasty, got it up and it's running Like a Cosby plaintiff, I'm the nigga you never saw coming Independent, dependable, with a bus full of gunners Sniping everything in your sight, your favorite label's most wanted Ain't no surprise, I did it all by my lonely, regardless The same reason I'm here is how a nigga first started From the bottom, I ate my way to the top— when you're starving You eat 'til your belly big, now that's a well-rounded artist Still hungry, and niggas looking like filet mignon And you're lying if you're saying that you don't feel it, be gone Yes, a lot of y'all'd rather listen to silliness from What you hear on the day-to-day but I'm as real as they come 'Cause I'm cold, way colder than Celsius, stay frozen to death and this Mean Melvin is Kelvin and can't nobody contest with it Unless they dumb, drunken to death Either way it's probably a tactic just to market theyself Ain't no denying [Hook] I'm a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) King, King Kutt King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt King, Kutt, King Kutt Down with the king (King Kutt) King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) We got the street, suckas Can you dig it? [Outro] So now that you've heard the record What the fuck you gon' do about it, bitch?