Hay-ya!   'sup   Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house   This is the mighty king tee   And my homeboy dj aladdin is in the place   Blunt-smokin mike   And i'ma flaunt these lyrics right here      Moves - I got moves for the mind   Kind of weary but if you hear me, you'll find   No one could conquer the kingdom I resurrected   Perfected this, watch out, there's a hectic   Man on the stage, screamin out a page I wrote   The type of shit mc's wanna quote   And get broke off somethin real swell   Cause I can tell you try to swell when you bail   But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your chest   Just phantasize you bein the best   Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid   Mediocre mc's can't deal with this   And what you're hearin now is tha great   (is that right? - oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake)   Yes, I'm comin, I'm bringin what you're wantin   It might sound like I'm goin off, but hey, I'm just flauntin      (suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) --> w.c.      Back at home I got a throne where I sit   Piecin up metaphoric bits   My style is the quiet, cool gangster type   But when the 40 hits, it gets hype   Niggas can't understand and trip   When I be rockin that old school shit   That I used to play when I rolled like a professional   Hittin side to side in my fo'   Flauntin the technique just like when I speak   My words come above the average peak   E can get swift with a scratch   ( *e-swift scratches a quote* )   People keep askin: does king tee still have his coupe?    Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'?    Come on, hop, picture that on a flick   I ain't goin out like a trick   No matter what you do, I always pop up, troop   (like what? ) sort of like if I was wild rumour   And this is how you pump it when you're livin in compton   Cause it ain't about nothin but flauntin      (suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)      Yeah, I'm just flauntin'      (suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)      Break it down      (suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)      Come on      Now homes! (what up? ) homes!   I need headphones to hear the funky tones   No more switchin, I'll pitch the bitch and   Now we're gonna swing   With the coolest king   The imperial   I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo   So you can hear me flow   And bro, on the microphone I'm a flexer   You got played, and on the mic you're a extra   I go deep for the dope style and I stay sharp   Frame my lyrics up like art   Mc's keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin   Back in '85 is where I spun, and   Up jumps the crowned royal king of cool rap   And when I rock the joint, they be like "who's that   Fly rappin nigga? !" and rappers be like, "pull the trigger   Let's assassinate king tee tha great"   But faith keeps me on top of the crop   With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot   And this is for the suckers that be frontin   It's king tee tha great, in '92 I'm just flauntin      Baby!      Just flauntin'      I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj pooh   My homeboy mc jazzy ren   Blunt-smokin mike   Youknowmsayin?    And we outta here   On out