Played Like a Piano

King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit
 I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there
 That, that, that perpentratin', perpetratin', perpin'tratin', wait, rewind
 (Eh but yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?)
 Some cool shit for the King's anthology
 And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
 Stupid motherfuckers shoulda 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 shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew
 'Cuz y'all be poppin' some shit that's unheard of
 For you, what's the word? Uh, 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
 And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube
 In the house from the motherfuckin'
 Lench Mob, what's up, nigger? And yo Ice Cube
 I heard you're a singer now, man, what's up? Yo, yo
 Do ray me but I don't sing, mothafucker
 I kick shit with the King, mothafucker
 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
 'Cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven
 So bust a cap or swing and die
 Fuck 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 was Ruthless, now I'm Lenchin' mothafuckers
 And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews
 Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
 Now every nigga that crossed me's soprano
 'Cuz I played their ass like a fuckin' piano
 Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy
 Breeze in the motherfuckin' house from the L.A. Posse
 And he got some shit to holler
 Come on, man, bust this shit
 Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move
 Run 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 shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts
 Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes
 Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin' 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 E will easily remain to be-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 Nigroes
 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 in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed
 Mothafuckin' police pull ya over, slam ya down
 Then tell ya that your hood is their 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, 'cuz 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 nigga named King Tee
 You think ya can? I don't think that you can, though
 Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the fuckin' piano