1.Act A Fool
It's friday night on the streets of l.a.
I'm goin out, been hangin round the house all day
So i take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the arco, put some gas in my caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gauge, i see jackers just waitin
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my zapp tape to pop in my dash
Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'knee deep'
So i popped it in, then i pumped it up
Love hearin funk because disco sucks
Body got chills when the basses started poundin
I took off because i'm goin to town, and
Won't be back till mornin, don't have to go to school
(better get ready) i'm finna act a fool
Now i'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so i dialed up aladdin
He answered the phone and said 'what's up？' i said 'what's
happenin'
He said, 'where you been？ i been tryin to get in touch
The party's in watts,' i said, 'i don't give a fuck'
'if you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell em you're my brother'
Stopped at the store to buy me a cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by nabisco
And said, 'fuck it, supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool'
Now i'm drivin down compton on my way to get aladdin
Feelin like a pimp till my tape started draggin
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in dana dane
Got to aladdin's house and i honked my horn
He said, 'when we comin back？' i said, '6 n tha morn'
So he got in the car, lookin half-dead
So i gave him my cisco and took the 40 to the head
Now i'm feelin tipsy, and i'm headed for watts
But wait, what do i see sittin at the bus stop？
Sexy susanna, had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair, but they say it's not real
Aladdin yelled (these fake or real？) she threw a rock in my
glass
So i got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky i was nice and i didn't act a fool
We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, i tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl
Got to the door, and what spots my eye？
My homeboy mr. prince, and he's smokin some thai
So i stumbled his way and said, 'hey, pass the jay'
I took a hit for my mouth spray
This girl asked me to dance, but i told the hoe no
Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended - that's splendid
Before she starts somethin, i just slap her and end it
Cause i feel like a gangster, and i just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me
I get nutty, act a fool when iiwant to
Run up when i'm drunk and i just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin, your life
Beat you down and have you smokin the pipe
(you know why？) cause i'm cool
(well, kill me!
Shoot me, muthafucka!)
(i gotcha)
(oh goddamn)
2.Ko Rock Stuff
(intro)
Ko rock stuff(scracth)
Dj pooh：
I like to make funky beats and record'em
Sell'em to the top mc's that can afford'em
Back in the days at school in our pavilion
Bangin' on the desk makin' beats worth a million
Still in the groove with all the beats i remember
Lock in my brain from january to december
I don't need a band to get behind and stand
'yo pooh' ,what
Rock the beat with you hand(scratch)
Pooh plays drums (scratch freestyle)
Ko rock stuff (scratch)
King tee：
Yo pooh,i've been watchin' you 'cause you're like a master
I'm only tellin' them this because i hasta
See,you're unique
You got your own physique
Style is kinda neat
And it comes from the street
Complete to fill the room
Never out of tune
Pooh,show'em what you mean by boom
Dj cool pooh (scratch freestyle)
All you wack mc's that say a rhyme that lingers
You wack dj's a.k.a. butter fingers
How do you think you can come in competition
You're rockin' for fun
I'm for real
I'm on a mission
＞from the old school,but i'm not an oldie
Just like the mack
In fact,call me goldie
Rough like an italian who just watched rocky
Or return of the wack disc jockey
Pooh play drums (scratch)
It's smooth and yet it's kinda rough
Not your average stuff
To be outstanding you must
In this profession you're a scientist
I'm not lyin' this
Beat is so funky
It's messin' with my sinus
Other procedures should just resign
Mc's put the l.a. posse in mind
Because that's where pooh's from
So let the story be told
Everything that he touch (scratch)
Ha's sales gold (scratch)
Yo i'm king tee and i do the kool rappin'
A funky combination it's hard to imagine
Pooh with his cuts and his beats
Me with the rhyme and i got a whole heap
Of'em,i'm here to talk and
Conversate about a kid named pooh
So knowledge this,pay attention
I'm referring to you
About a genius i think i said enough
Pooh you can finish with me
Ko rock stuff
Ko rock stuff (scratch)
Pooh play drums (scratch freestyle)
Ko rock stuff (x5)
3.The Coolest
Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more
The king b-boy tee has been washed ashore
And i'm back i'm here to say if i'm a king then i should rule
I'm the best for the job, you know why？
(why？!) cause i'm cool..
.. see i'm
Smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle
Rough like a bully, i'm rollin like a bicycle
Fresh like a virgn calculates like a math wiz
You think you're bad？ i'ma show you what bad is
Microphone magician, it's the end when i start
A confidential differential, i'm the state of the art
Crowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand
Master of the ceremony twenty-four／seven
Mc's don't fear me, i come in peace, ha
Drapped in fila, or either elise
Cause i'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer
Suckers stay away i'll mess you up like cancer
My style is original, not a subliminal
You say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know
Bustin all bustaz, killin all killers
Tacklin mc's like a pittsburgh steeler
I'm bolder than bold, i wear a lot of white gold
The supreme king tee, i've got things in control
Skeezers wanna clock me while i'm on my way to school
You don't, have to ask why, you know the reason..
.. he's cool!
{＊dj scratches＊}
I got a white gold crown, white gold ropes
Sleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes
Supreme to be exact you know i'm cooler than most
When god gave out coolness, i took a whole dose
I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme i'll be glad to
You thought i couldn't get you but i already had you
I know you heard my dj, is he good or what？
Keith cooley is a killer, your dj's a mutt
I wouldn't try to take him on he'll cut you up like a biologist
He'll be the tutor, and i'm the talk-ologist
You think he's new, well for you i feel sorry
Cause see, he's been around since uncle jam's army
Cool impresario, majority ruler
I got a lot of money - go ask my jewler
Def in the flesh is the cool king tela
I talk more noise than j＆d's talk fila
I'm the most coolest and i sit on the throne
Givin the latest fashions silver shines like chrome
The king your royal highness better known as a cool rider
Got a forty of olde e then i'll ask, let me try this
Coolest of cool and my rhymes are essential
To see me, guardians have to be parental
Me and keith, are the teachers of the new cool school
But not only that, i gotta tell you somethin.. i'm cool!
Keith cooley!
{＊dj scratches＊}
I can't rhyme about crack, i'm not the one to be tellin it
The ones sayin don't are the ones that's sellin it
I can't cope in other words i can't feel it
If crack was a monster, then i'd kill it
Cause i'm rough and i'm tough, and i come from l.a.
Yo my name is king tee and i'm here to stay
I got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard
Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard
Leader of the land, commander and the chief
Bigger and bolder other words i got beef
I got a posse at that, mostly, cold chillin
Yours make thousands, mines make millions
Not at all a gangsta cause i never do crimin
I make a lot of money, by just cool rhymin
Not doin it cause i want to but i'm doin it cause i hasta
Coolest of the cool and plus i rule the rap classes
Yeah my stuff is funky, and i'm the rap junkie
Slammin sucka punks like a hurricane bundy
And for the rap race place your bet on the king
I run like quicksilver, fly like i had wings
To you it seems like that i'm braggin a lot
But i'm saggin a lot, because money i got
I'm the mc dismantler, lyrical manipulator
Eightball drinker, the new cool innovator
I'm king tee, keith cooley is the dj
No fakin or frontin, turntables do what he say
Cuttin like a ginsu, makin bets against you
The girlies go wild, keith prove that he can dance to
Fila we wear, won't promise or swear
Don't get too much comp cause mc's i tear
In half, and laugh, cause it's just so hilarious
To walk in a jam, and see the most scariest
Punks in my way, tryin to see how i play
I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay
But i keep my cool cause see like, that's my image
Stroll like a gangsta think you lost when i finish
Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth
Cause i'm not only a king, i'm supreme.. and i'm cool!
{＊dj scratches＊}
4.Flirt
5.Baggin' On Moms
6.Bass
Yo pooh, let's.. drop.. some..
Bass, to make the walls shake
And vibrate the floor, just like an earthquake
King tee is back again, but with a new topic
I wouldn't listen too close cause it's toxic
A new format, complete with the tool
Even though i transform, i stay cool
For me to get taken, how would you figure it
Right off the bat, if you thought so would be ignorant
Or just stupid, or cold dumb
I play lead vocals, pooh plays drums
Keith does cuts, suckers get torn but
I gotta break, here comes the horns..
{＊samples and scratches＊}
Bass, to make your heart shiver
I know you, remember back when i used to wear silver
But i gave it a toss, cause i was told
That you're not a real b-boy, without real gold
So i, went downtown to see
How much is the thirty inch dookie
It's quite a bit of money for a big gold chain
Throw him a thousand then he hand me some change
And now i'm cooler, in other words i got it goin
Sway to the side, while i'm showin a professional skill
That i put together with perfection
I gotta clear my throat, punch in the horn section!
{＊samples＊}
Cause i need some boom, to crack the walls
Break the windows, shake the room
When i'm done take my photo, this is how it go though
King of cool lyrics, and i'm solo
As a rhyme preacher, shoulda been a teacher
Let the bass reach ya, and let it beat ya
Never givin up cause i persist to be the dopest
I wouldn't take it as a gag or a joke it's
Serious, bass drum kickin like a ninja
You wanna dance to death, (？) send ya
If you say that i'm the coolest i'll probably say 'truly!'
But at this time i represent keith cooley
{＊samples and scratches＊}
Verse four, the part where i get it off
Then, try to rush it cause the studio costs
I mean the main idea is bass
And you probably get a bruise when it's at your face, so
Don't get mad or either angry at me
I'm just a lyricist, and my name's tee
The supreme cool kid who puts life in the mic
I need bass from a drum, to hell with the pipe!
Casanova fly guy, funky fresh in the flesh
And to those who don't you best believe i'm the best
If it's fashion i'm flashin, just like the drums
{'hold it now..' - '.. here it kiddy come comes!'}
{＊samples＊}
Now keith! (yeah) how you livin homes？ (l-l-like, like this..)
Now everybody in the disco if you're feelin alright
And you know king tee's the mc of the night
Don't front, get up, let me know what's happenin
Keith does the scratchin for the king tee's rappin
I'm from compton though, i travelled the nation
And from every different state i get different condescation
I'm the {k-k-king..} so just give me some space
Back up and just let {cool drop that bass!}
{＊scratches＊}
{cool drop that bass!}
{＊samples＊}
7.Let's Dance
8.Guitar Playin'
Hey king tee since this beat is kinda rockin
I'ma let you rap and get the suckers cold clockin
So yo loc', hear the beat i'm displayin
(yep) but now - 'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
'listen to the guitar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
'one, two, three..'
Yo, now if you're hip to me, then i guess you heard 'bass'
But i got another instrument to flaunt in your face
It's not a flute or a trumpet, don't beef cause you love it
A funky guitar rhythm that pooh sampled and cut it
So for those who really know what dope stuff sounds like
If it sounds good, sounds funky, or sounds hype
Put your ear to this and let me know what you think
Yo pooh, bust the guitar while i grab me a drink
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
Now to many people this tune is like fazin
Get the crowd dancin with the funkiest persuasion
Hypnotizin suckers with some personal-fication
Get the crowd movin (c'mon) motivation
See i'm like a symbol to mc's i'm a father
No wait, i'm a lyricist, better yet a saga
Enough about the king cause you know i get far
I played with the 'bass' now i'm messin with the guitar
And the way that it sounds you say 'shucks!'
It can't be real how the player just plucks
On the strings, it rings yo, it's like the funkiest rhythm
Pooh brings the drums with the sticks to hit 'em
It's not ballet jazz punk rock or swing it's dope
Rappin brought by the t apostrophe king
And if i was in school and this was an assignment
I wouldn't type it or write it i'd just rhyme it
Cause rhyme is what i like i got a metaphor background
A punk jumps up, i bust a verse, he sits back down
Huh - i wrote a epic, i hope you accept it
Fly stupid rhymes i composed and perfected
I'm down with some people that know what they're doin
Darryl and bobcat and dwayne and dj pooh
And keith cooley is cool see, i'm the coolest person
Somebody drop the guitar before i start cursin
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊}
So, as it looks, the people like it
The funky guitar tune that we ignited
Pooh, i mean really, suckers be stumblin
When they hear the funky guitar strummin
You know frankly, i think this cut is kinda musical
Just like my 'bass' song, but don't get them confused though
The guitar gets your mind in the funky kind of state, huh
And my bass makes the walls shake (yeah)
Suckers can't come close with what i got goin
What i be doin, what i be showin
How i be conquerin and how i keep rulin
What makes the king tee stay so cool and
Where i get my fila's from, how i learned my slang
How could i afford such a big gold chain
And fly girlies tempt me when (？) wanna hit me
Why i drink brew til my body gets tipsy
To ask all the questions that i just spoke though
It's not magic or a hoax i'm just loco
I like bustin on the funky dope track
Smooth like t, mo' powerful than a gat
Now that you know what's goin around
(c'mon) here comes the funky breakdown
That's smooth man, that made me laugh at all these suckers man
You laughin too pooh？ (ye-ye-yeah, hahahahaha)
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊} (hahahahaha)
'listen to the gui-tar playin' {＊e. sermon＊} (hahahahaha)
Yo pooh, yo pooh, break it down for a minute
Let me talk to the party
Now yo, me and pooh is feelin real hot right now y'know
But we want y'all to know, that see, me and my crew
We from compton, y'all heard about compton？ scratch compton
(compton!) aight, see that's where we from (compton!)
9.Payback's A Mutha
(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 notice
A professional rhymer,yeah,you must know this
I'm cooler than most
Most of all i'm so cool
Never smacked on the 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'
Tell 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'em 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 even say 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
But 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' real gold and a baseball cap
You better look out punk
I'm here for the payback
(scratch freestyle)
(verse three)
See,i'm macho supreme
Head honch of the team
Numero uno
Kadafi of the hip hop scene
I could be a cool rebel
I'm already tuff
Dominate 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
Because i'm the king tee
There is no other
Ya better get ready
My paybacks a muther
(scratch freestyle)
10.Just Clowning
.. 'it's the joint!'
Yo whassup, it's king tee on the vocals
I rock the coolest rhymes, from here to acapulco
I drive a cadillac, not a played out desoto
Look i'm fin' to pose, photographer take my photo
Cool is back, in fact i'm comin exact
It's mc breeze and king tee, and pooh on the track
So we all got together, and thought of a freestyle
Gather round the stage, and come see how
Pros go for what they know and get paid for it
And i brung along the breeze, so you can enjoy it
.. and to fans i'm an idol
It's me and breeze, 'just clowning' is the title
Get up what's happening？ i'm a king, not a captain
Do the most coolest rappin, talk smack i'll be gat'n
I'm the king tee punk, and i don't talk junk
But i do smoke blunt, love rappin to funk
You know the mic is like a vine i swing on it like tarzan
I drink a coke and hit a note like barbara streisand
Step up, fess up, stand around and
Get down to the song 'just clowning'..
.. 'it's the joint!' (repeat 4x)
Well i happen to be, hopin to be, a big-timer
A dope rhyme and you won't find a
Nother mc who can get with this program
Served by no one, i mean no man
You say i'm good it's the truth, you're not soupin
I take it as a compliment and keep troopin
Unlike most you know i never stop flowin
My name is mc breeze cause i'm the master at blowin
Rhymes and lyrics, that is my specialty
I'm high-fidelity, you can't mess with me
Don't even think you can just sneak up
On bein number one, is a high that i'm stuck on
I'm on a mission, wishin, all the time you spend
That you would make a legend or a monument
I'm not souped up, or a pooh-butt
I only lay my voice on a track that pooh cuts
A beat is like food for thought so i eat it
I'm feelin kinda hungry pooh so just feed it
Keep the bass poundin i like the way it's soundin
Pooh is gettin ill while me and tee are 'just clowning'
.. 'it's the joint!' (repeat 2x)
I've been rappin for a while, i'm acquirin chapstick
Like a magician with the mic i do a hat trick
I don't wear a cape, or perform at a sideshow
Let me hit the 40 cause my throat is kinda dry yo
When i'm on stage it's like a broadway play
King tee and mc breeze and jennifer holiday
But breeze, my throat's gettin so'
{＊rasping＊} get on the mic and won'tcha give it a go
Clowning, is like actin ill sometimes
But when i ill, i like to say a dumb rhyme
To increase my fame and star stature
I'm like anita baker i'm caught up in the 'rapture'
Hittin like bolos when i go solo
Last name is spanish but yo, i'm not a cholo
Keep the bass poundin, i like the way it's soundin
Pooh is gettin ill while me and tee is 'just clowning'
But but but breeze.. you know me and you can clown right, right？
We gotta see if.. mixmaster spade can do it
.. 'it's the joint!'
Well it's tuesday night, i got nuttin to do
I guess i'll get on the phone and call dj pooh
Say 'whassup pooh？ are you beat？'
He say 'forget that stuff, let's hit the street'
Since i got a caddy, and you got a z
I can roll witchu, or you can ride with me
I say 'we goin to a club that's dynamite' (where？!)
The red onion on a tuesday night
I walked in and glanced, shook a few hands
Grabbed the baddest broad, then i commence to dance
I looked the dj, and said 'whassup？'
He said 'spade's in the place and he's +doin the butt+'
Now i'm back to the rap that we have at hand
I'm the mixmaster man with the master plan
I slapped the girl on the butt then she started to frown
And ..
Yo spade, cool out! man, we 'just clowning'
.. 'it's the joint!' (repeat 4x)
11.I Got A Cold
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