At Your Own Risk

(hello)

I should diss you

[ verse 1 ]
Excuse me, lady, you're lookin real nice
Where you been, i been lookin for you all my life
So how's about lunch with a winner?
Then again it's kinda late, so what's up with dinner?
At my place or my place or my place or my place
By the fireplace or the candle light
About 7, or make that 8 o'clock tonight
Make up your mind, let's wine and dine
Get with me or back up off my line
Cause i can't wait for you to call me
You're steppin on your suit the very second you saw me
I thought you said that i'm the only one
That can send chills up and down your - ehm
Gold rings and estate, too
(hello, is this you?)
Man, i should diss you

Yo, i been waitin all night long
And you didn't even ring my phone
I should diss you

Since you tried to play me like booty
I just feel that it's my duty
I should diss you

So don't give me no excuse
But before i cut you loose
I should diss you

And there's nothin you can say
And there's nothin you can do
I'ma diss you
I'ma diss you

Diss you

[ verse 2 ]
You claimed you would stick like superglue
But you're low, down and dirty, so i'm dissin you
Yeah, i'm dissin you, i won't be missin you
I won't be kissin you, i hope you're listenin, too
Cause i realized that i'm real fly
So (see ya) later (bye)
Cause you only get one chance at this
You played me wrong, so i'ma diss you, miss
For the fact that you thought that i could get done
The k-i-n-g tee ain't the one
So miss me with all that stuff you're talkin
I know you're sorry, but keep on walkin
On about your business, i'm almost finished
Tyin up loose ends, and
Let the door hitcha where the dog should bitcha
Even though i should dissed you

I shoulda dissed you

Yo pooh, man
What you build in there, man?
(ah - one of those hypso-change-o-calypso-beat-a-matics)

(there'll) (be an-) (other ruff rhyme) --> rakim

(when i'm done)
(there'll be another ruff rhyme)

Another package from your slick royal highness
Pay attention, so you won't have to rewind this
Put yourself together for another funky clip
I bring a lotta magic, but this ain't no trick
It's pure skill i possess in my possession
A crazy rhythm and my funky horn section
And pooh hyped up this funky ol' track
So i thought about it, i'm comin (i'm back)

(when i'm done)
(i'm back)
(when i'm done)
(king tee is back again)

Now let me talk to ya to the best of my ability
About the kid that's rockin this facility
I bring to you peace and tranquility
Don't try to front, cause i know you feel it, see
My beats are masculine, i think that there hasn't been
A better groove to keep you like dancing, man
I feel thankful to feel there ain't no
Sucker tryin to gank my spot, least i think so
But i don't sweat, cause i can stand on my two feet
Hold the mic and just curse the beat
I don't complain about the crowd i attract
Roll out the red carpet, i'm comin (i'm back)

(when i'm done)
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(king tee is back again)
(there'll be another ruff rhyme)
(when i'm done)
(i'm back)
(king tee is back again)

Well, this might seem odd
You ask who taught me, well, it musta been god
Cause ain't none of y'all cool like me
The impressario, majestic tee
Some rappers are scared of me, they say when they dare to be
Threatened, well, keep on steppin, i'll be prepared to be
Jacked, jack, cause your rhymes don't match
You got bold when i left, now i'm back
To stomp you, cause you stomp wrong, so i'ma stomp on
Fool, you forgot, i'm from compton
This is just a taste of my album, really nothin
Just to show you i'm back (i'm comin)

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[king tee] king tee's drunk again...yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, i
Wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that-that-that-
That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin'
Tratin'. wait, rewind. (eh but yo...king tee, man, what is this? what is
This?)

Some cool shit for the king's anthology,
And when i'm done, don't expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when i warned 'em.
I'm from the boondocks of compton, california.
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass,
I went to high school, but i flunked every class.
So what makes you think i give a fuck about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and i'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some shit that's unheard of.
For you, what's the word? uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son.
When i be crushin' your hood with a passion,
And i ain't talkin' that action jackson.
When i come you better run for ammo,
Or get played like a fuckin' piano...

And yo, we got my homeboy ice cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench mob (what's up, nigger?), and yo ice cube, i heard you're a singer now,
Man what's up? yo, yo...

[ice cube]
Do-ray-me. but i don't sing, mothafucker.
I kick shit with the king, mothafucker.
Ice cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,
And if you run up, i'll sock your ass.
And watch that eye get swollen,
Cuz i'm playin' punk niggas like beethoven.
So bust a cap or swing and die.
Fuck yul brynner, it's still the king and i.
Cuz where i'm from the sun don't shine,
So one-time hope i only bust one rhyme.
But i bust one more for the suckers,
Last year i was ruthless, now i'm lenchin' mothafuckers.
And you'll see in a tree, mcs and crews.
Now they're lookin' for me, king tee, and pooh.
Now every nigga that crossed me's soprano,
Cuz i played their ass like a fuckin' piano...

[king tee] yo, check this out, we got my homeboy breeze in the
Motherfuckin' house from the l.a. posse, and he got some shit to holler. come
On, man, bust this shit.

[mc breeze]
Well, i'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move.
Run with the beat as long as the track moves.
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar,
Serve you, your crew, him, and them and a
Couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt.
You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts.
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes,
Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin' a tightrope.
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then i stop swift.
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift.
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls,
If i bust a nut for every rhyme i had, i'd get blue balls.
Serious as drama, i'm-a watch her say "me too."
You're shorter than michu, your rhymes are see-through.
You're nothin' like gq, transparent, i made it apparent.
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent.
Cuz b-r-e-e-z-e will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top mc.
When you see me, i wear a beanie, and not a kangol.
Now you got played, like a fuckin' piano.

[king tee]
This is just a sample of three black nig-roes
Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto.
Doin' what we had to just to make ends meet,
Some steal for a livin', some stand on the street,
Just slang. some gang-bang, but big deal.
They say in compton, you gotta kill or get killed.
Mothafuckin' police pull ya over, slam ya down,
Then tell ya that your hood is their town.
And i ain't goin' for no shit like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail, i'll come back.
Talkin' much shit, cuz i talk what the fuck i feel,
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal.
So a punk like you can't fuck with me,
That big ballin'-ass nigga named king tee.
You think ya can? i don't think that you can, though.
Peace to ice cube and breeze, and the fuckin' piano.