Payback’s a Mutha (1987)

Lyrics

(Intro) See, not long back when I was seventeen When I rocked at the jam, suckers looked 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 ("I'm mad!") You know what? ("I'm mad!") (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'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 but 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 get, 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 Huh, I'm King tee and my payback's a muther ("I'm mad!") You know what? ("I'm mad!") (scratch freestyle) (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 no 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" Tellin' 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 'im 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 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, 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 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' white gold and a baseball cap You better look out suckers I'm here for the payback ("I'm mad!") You know what? ("I'm mad!") (scratch freestyle) ("That ain't right!") ("You wanna fight!") (verse three) See, I'm macho supreme, head honcho of the team Numero uno, Kadafi of the Hip Hop scene And 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 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 'Cause I'm the King Tee, there is no other Ya better get ready, my payback's a mutha (scratch freestyle) ("Hey!") ("Woo!") ("Get down!") ("I'm mad!") ("I'm mad!")