King Sun - Soft Shoe Booty Lyrics
(Witness the strenght)--> N.W.A.You soft shoe booty-ass punk mutha*****aThought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luckA minute ago I know you thought it was easyTo diss me, but you missed me, and that didn't please meA song and dance doesn't give you a chance to advanceI think you better go home and enhanceYour lyrical skills on the real, you can't swingOn the devine, be off mine, picture the KingBein all up in the open, hopin you could step toI be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephewClimbin on my back while I'm flowin with the tracksTryin to learn how to burn - this is what you lackAir, gas and energy, greater than Con EdisonFuel into infinity with pure solar medicineI know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dialChumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for milesI'm so foul, that at times I'm bad newsBattle me and lose, you win a pair of shoesMade of concrete, there's somethin sweet about thatTo match your dead man suit and your dead man's hatWhen it's right I deliver, at the bottom of the riverYou'll be found, gagged and bound, with no liverI fed it to a kid that always bit suckersSoft shoe booty-ass punk mutha*****aEach and every line I design with precisionIn the mind I'm inclined, appealin to your visionOn a physical basis - never the racist oneMy mission is to see that competition is doneSo I do em, throw em to the crowdMake the crowd boo while I diss em out loudGirls that wanna battle, I serve em, then I screw emNext time I see em, I don't say nothin to emBut then they wanna sweat me, they can't get meKeep your cool, you're a fool to upset meIllegit, half-wit geek-ass nerd(I heard the god can't rhyme) Yeah, ***** what you heardYou got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouthThen you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin outI throw joints to score points at warOnce more I make sure you leave through the doorOn a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequentBlow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequenceStep up of step off, the choice is yoursThere's always room for one more on the floorYou lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10Unanymous decision - I winI know you wonder what part of the game is thisIf you know like I know, it's the part you missedAnybody coulda told you, I'm diesel like a truck toA soft shoe booty-ass punk mutha*****aI was gonna let you slide, but I decided not toDon't even try to run, cause I got youTrapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezedIn the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheeseSayin please doesn't mean you're released from the scene of the crimeTryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymesYou practice in a daily rehearsalI'm universal, dramatic or commercialOne thing to say about the King is worth big moneyDig, money, I master 120Okay, you got a gun, now I'm supposed to be afraid?You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenadeIf you catch me in a chest, bust, I'm in a vestYou'll be blown to the zone of your perpetual restDon't ever try to take me out the box againEven on Fantasy Island - you're never gonna winYour fans are all mislead, cause you're mentally deadCount your heads, cause your boys just fledThey ran off and left you, played you like a suckerSoft shoe botty-ass punk mutha*****a (Witness the strength) --> N.W.A (It's just another nigga dead) --> Ice Cube
