(Intro)

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

(scratch freestyle)

(verse two)

As I talk you get madder

Because the crowd starts to no