Played Like a Piano (исполнитель: King Tee ft. Ice Cube, MC Breeze)
[King Tee] King Tee's [bad word] again...Yo, check this out: awww [bad word] aw [bad word] I wanna dedicate this song to all them [bad word] 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 [bad word] for the King's anthology, and when I'm done, don't expect no apology. Stupid [bad word] shoulda stepped when I warned 'em. I'm from the Boondocks [bad word] California. I'm just anxious to whoop some [bad word] I went to high school, but I flunked every class. So what makes you think I give a [bad word] about respect? I'll put your [bad word] in check, and I'll bet you [bad word] up, son of a punk and a [bad word] too. I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew. Cuz ya'll be poppin' some [bad word] that's unheard of. For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son. When I be [bad word] your hood with a passion, and I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson. When [bad word] you [bad word] for ammo, or get played like a [bad word] piano... And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the [bad word] Lench Mob (what's up, [bad word] ), 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, [bad word] I kick [bad word] with the King, [bad word] Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass, and if [bad word] up, I'll sock your [bad word] And watch that eye get swollen, cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven. So bust a cap or swing and die. [bad word] 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 [bad word] now I'm Lenchin' [bad word] And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews. Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh. Now every [bad word] that crossed me's soprano, cuz I played their [bad word] like a [bad word] piano... [King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the [bad word] house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some [bad word] to [bad word] on, man, bust this [bad word] [MC Breeze] Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack [bad word] 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 [bad word] so nitwit, just get the nuts. Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes, better walk a chalk line, not [bad word] 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-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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you gotta kill or get killed. [bad word] police pull ya over, slam ya down, then tell ya that your hood is their town. And I ain't goin' for no [bad word] like that; cuff me up, take me to jail, [bad word] back. Talkin' much [bad word] cuz I talk what the [bad word] I feel, a few weeks in the county ain't no big dea