Played Like a Piano (feat. Ice Cube, Mc Breeze)

Some cool shit for the King's anthology

And when I'm done, don't expect no apology

Stupid motherfuckers should've 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 should've did a drive by on you and your crew

'Cause y'all 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

Do-re-mi, but I don't sing, motherfucker

I kick shit with the King, motherfucker

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 (Red eyes)

'Cause I'm playin' punk **** like Beethoven

So bust a cap or swing and die

Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still the King and I

'Cause 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 lynchin' motherfuckers

And you'll see in a tree MCs and crews

Now they lookin' for me, King T, and Pooh

Now every **** that crossed me's soprano

'Cause I played they ass like a fuckin' piano

Well, I'ma take the mic like it was a jack move

Run with the beat as long as the track grooves

Hot as lava, organized like a seminar

Serve you, your crew, him and them and a

Couple of of rap-saps who think they can get butt

You slipped in shit, so nitwit just get the nuts

Killin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes

Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin' a tightrope

Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than the others, then I stop swift

Shift from first to fifth 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'ma watch her say me too

You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see through

You're nothing like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent

I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent

'Cause B-R-E-E-Z-E will easily

Remain to B-E a top MC

When you see me, I wear a beanie and not a Kangol

Now you got played like a fuckin' piano

This is just a sample of three black negroes

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 gangbang, but big deal

They say in Compton you gotta kill or get killed

Motherfuckin' police pull you over, slam you down

Then tell you that your hood is they 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 'cause 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 **** named King T

You think you can, I don't think that you can, though

Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the fuckin' piano