King Kutt - Kutt Calhoun

I’m coming straight outta Compton

You niggas need to hear it more often

I’m royal, that mean I ain’t get here for taking no losses

These rappers in my city need to quit the fuck-talking

When half of you niggas never traveled further than Joplin

I’m the formula, all of you niggas dying to taste me

Talked about Tech, but give up and left, I’d have replaced me

If you could, but ain’t a nigga in town that faze me

Got Papa, Rittz, or anybody you niggas did lately

I annihilate beats, read the minds of a feature

A handkerchief, knife and fork and a glass of wine when I eat ‘em

No monkey business but I cannot deny I’m the Caesar

I’m the only chief so how you gon' say I ain’t the king then?

Either with me or against me, I’m the hardest, in short (???)

Regardless, got no pity for artists who don’t feel me

Kutt Calhoun, make ‘em remember the name

I’m the bolder nigga, plus I was the coldest at

I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt)

King, King Kutt

King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt

King, Kutt, King Kutt

Down with the king (King Kutt)

King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold)

We got the street, suckas

Can you dig it?

I’m the artist these feminine-assed artists ain’t seen since

Straight Outta Compton, meaning you niggas ain’t seen shit

Y’all too busy shaking ass and getting dressed by a seamstress

Young Thugging?

You niggas walk around dingaling-less

Yeah I said it, Sway in the Morning, Shade 45

97 The Beat, and Breakfast Club with Charlamagne God

Need to hear it, ‘cause ain’t nobody addressing the problem

When (???) was making sense, but when the sense is uncommon

Time to pause— these niggas selling their lives for attention

Not to mention you people willing to buy if you listen

Got your sons walking around, dancing, dressing like bitches

I tried to stomach it, but I couldn’t fathom the sickness

Like divine intervention, I’ma stop with the sauce

Step in and lay down the law, and teach them how to be raw

A miracle in your presence here to reckon with all

Rich Homie Quan, you’re cool but the rest of us all

I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt)

King, King Kutt

King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt

King, Kutt, King Kutt

Down with the king (King Kutt)

King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold)

We got the street, suckas

Can you dig it?

Never would I let an R&B nigga body me

Or Lauryn Hill me, our Breezy is killing ‘em softly

Saw street niggas focused on a chick, it’s camaraderie

And let ‘em have it, plus the radio stations corroborate

Spinning in rotation like an everyday hit

Your reputation sinking faster than an old battleship

Don’t hate me, I just be what these streets need

And my knees get so weak when streets show weakness

Raw, competition, that’s my hobby and job

To kill niggas, the lyrical sense and not like the cops do

Show on up in your dream just to remind that I got you

Like Freddy from Elm Street but won’t be wearing the costume

And I cut like Calhoun, they drop to their knees, it’s

Niggas bowing like they witnessed the coming of Jesus

No Hail Marys, confessions couldn’t save you from me, just

A basket under your head for when the king guillotines it

I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt)

King, King Kutt

King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt

King, Kutt, King Kutt

Down with the king (King Kutt)

King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold)

We got the street, suckas

Can you dig it?

Black Gold is a dynasty, got it up and it’s running

Like a Cosby plaintiff, I’m the nigga you never saw coming

Independent, dependable, with a bus full of gunners

Sniping everything in your sight, your favorite label’s most wanted

Ain’t no surprise, I did it on my lonely, regardless

The same reason I’m here is how a nigga first started

From the bottom, I ate my way to the top— when you’re starving

You eat ‘til your belly big, now that’s a well-rounded artist

Still hungry, and niggas looking like filet mignon

And you’re lying if you’re saying that you don’t feel it, be gone

Yes, a lot of y’all’d rather listen to silliness from

What you hear on the day-to-day but I’m as real as they come

‘Cause I’m cold, way colder than Celsius, stay frozen to death and this

Mean Melvin is Kelvin and can’t nobody contest with it

Unless they dumb, drunken to death

Either way it’s probably a tactic just to market theyself

Ain’t no denying

I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt)

King, King Kutt

King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt

King, Kutt, King Kutt

Down with the king (King Kutt)

King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold)

We got the street, suckas

Can you dig it?

So now that you’ve heard the record

What the fuck you gon' do about it, bitch?