[{"id":27882774,"name":"The Coolest","trackName":"The Coolest","artistName":"King Tee","albumName":"Having A \"T\" Party","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[King tee]\nYes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more\nThe king b-boy tee has been washed ashore\nAnd I'm back I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\nI'm the best for the job, you know why?\n(Why?!) cause I'm cool.\n\n. See i'm\nSmoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\nRough like a bully, I'm rollin like a bicycle\nFresh like a virgn calculates like a math wiz\nYou think you're bad? i'ma show you what bad is\nMicrophone magician, it's the end when I start\nA confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\nCrowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand\nMaster of the ceremony twenty-four/seven\nMc's don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\nDrapped in fila, or either elise\nCause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\nSuckers stay away I'll mess you up like cancer\nMy style is original, not a subliminal\nYou say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know\nBustin all bustaz, killin all killers\nTacklin mc's like a pittsburgh steeler\nI'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\nThe supreme king tee, I've got things in control\nSkeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\nYou don't, have to ask why, you know the reason.\n. He's cool!\n\n{*dj scratches*}\n\nI got a white gold crown, white gold ropes\nSleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes\nSupreme to be exact you know I'm cooler than most\nWhen God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\nI won't bother or nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to\nYou thought I couldn't get you but I already had you\nI know you heard my dj, is he good or what?\nKeith cooley is a killer, your dj's a mutt\nI wouldn't try to take him on he'll cut you up like a biologist\nHe'll be the tutor, and I'm the talk-ologist\nYou think he's new, well for you I feel sorry\nCause see, he's been around since uncle jam's army\nCool impresario, majority ruler\nI got a lot of money - go ask my jewler\nDef in the flesh is the cool king tela\nI talk more noise than j&d's talk fila\nI'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\nGivin the latest fashions silver shines like chrome\nThe king your royal highness better known as a cool rider\nGot a forty of olde e then I'll ask, let me try this\nCoolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\nTo see me, guardians have to be parental\nMe and keith, are the teachers of the new cool school\nBut not only that, I gotta tell you somethin. I'm cool!\n\nKeith cooley!\n\n{*dj scratches*}\n\nI can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin it\nThe ones sayin don't are the ones that's sellin it\nI can't cope in other words I can't feel it\nIf crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\nCause I'm rough and I'm tough, and I come from l.a.\nYo my name is king tee and I'm here to stay\nI got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\nHotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\nLeader of the land, commander and the chief\nBigger and bolder other words I got beef\nI got a posse at that, mostly, cold chillin\nYours make thousands, mines make millions\nNot at all a gangsta cause I never do crimin\nI make a lot of money, by just cool rhymin\nNot doin it cause I want to but I'm doin it cause I hasta\nCoolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap classes\nYeah my stuff is funky, and I'm the rap junkie\nSlammin sucka punks like a hurricane bundy\nAnd for the rap race place your bet on the king\nI run like quicksilver, fly like I had wings\nTo you it seems like that I'm braggin a lot\nBut I'm saggin a lot, because money I got\nI'm the mc dismantler, lyrical manipulator\nEightball drinker, the new cool innovator\nI'm king tee, keith cooley is the dj\nNo fakin or frontin, turntables do what he say\nCuttin like a ginsu, makin bets against you\nThe girlies go wild, keith prove that he can dance to\nFila we wear, won't promise or swear\nDon't get too much comp cause mc's I tear\nIn half, and laugh, cause it's just so hilarious\nTo walk in a jam, and see the most scariest\nPunks in my way, tryin to see how I play\nI know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\nBut I keep my cool cause see like, that's my image\nStroll like a gangsta think you lost when I finish\nGrab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\nCause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme. and I'm cool!\n\n{*dj scratches*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Coolest\n  artist: King Tee\n  album: Having A \"T\" Party\n  duration_ms: 321000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [King tee]\n  Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more\n  The king b-boy tee has been washed ashore\n  And I'm back I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\n  I'm the best for the job, you know why?\n  (Why?!) cause I'm cool.\n\n  . See i'm\n  Smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\n  Rough like a bully, I'm rollin like a bicycle\n  Fresh like a virgn calculates like a math wiz\n  You think you're bad? i'ma show you what bad is\n  Microphone magician, it's the end when I start\n  A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\n  Crowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand\n  Master of the ceremony twenty-four/seven\n  Mc's don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\n  Drapped in fila, or either elise\n  Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\n  Suckers stay away I'll mess you up like cancer\n  My style is original, not a subliminal\n  You say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know\n  Bustin all bustaz, killin all killers\n  Tacklin mc's like a pittsburgh steeler\n  I'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\n  The supreme king tee, I've got things in control\n  Skeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\n  You don't, have to ask why, you know the reason.\n  . He's cool!\n\n  {*dj scratches*}\n\n  I got a white gold crown, white gold ropes\n  Sleep on white sheets, ski on white slopes\n  Supreme to be exact you know I'm cooler than most\n  When God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\n  I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to\n  You thought I couldn't get you but I already had you\n  I know you heard my dj, is he good or what?\n  Keith cooley is a killer, your dj's a mutt\n  I wouldn't try to take him on he'll cut you up like a biologist\n  He'll be the tutor, and I'm the talk-ologist\n  You think he's new, well for you I feel sorry\n  Cause see, he's been around since uncle jam's army\n  Cool impresario, majority ruler\n  I got a lot of money - go ask my jewler\n  Def in the flesh is the cool king tela\n  I talk more noise than j&d's talk fila\n  I'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\n  Givin the latest fashions silver shines like chrome\n  The king your royal highness better known as a cool rider\n  Got a forty of olde e then I'll ask, let me try this\n  Coolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\n  To see me, guardians have to be parental\n  Me and keith, are the teachers of the new cool school\n  But not only that, I gotta tell you somethin. I'm cool!\n\n  Keith cooley!\n\n  {*dj scratches*}\n\n  I can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin it\n  The ones sayin don't are the ones that's sellin it\n  I can't cope in other words I can't feel it\n  If crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\n  Cause I'm rough and I'm tough, and I come from l.a.\n  Yo my name is king tee and I'm here to stay\n  I got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\n  Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\n  Leader of the land, commander and the chief\n  Bigger and bolder other words I got beef\n  I got a posse at that, mostly, cold chillin\n  Yours make thousands, mines make millions\n  Not at all a gangsta cause I never do crimin\n  I make a lot of money, by just cool rhymin\n  Not doin it cause I want to but I'm doin it cause I hasta\n  Coolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap classes\n  Yeah my stuff is funky, and I'm the rap junkie\n  Slammin sucka punks like a hurricane bundy\n  And for the rap race place your bet on the king\n  I run like quicksilver, fly like I had wings\n  To you it seems like that I'm braggin a lot\n  But I'm saggin a lot, because money I got\n  I'm the mc dismantler, lyrical manipulator\n  Eightball drinker, the new cool innovator\n  I'm king tee, keith cooley is the dj\n  No fakin or frontin, turntables do what he say\n  Cuttin like a ginsu, makin bets against you\n  The girlies go wild, keith prove that he can dance to\n  Fila we wear, won't promise or swear\n  Don't get too much comp cause mc's I tear\n  In half, and laugh, cause it's just so hilarious\n  To walk in a jam, and see the most scariest\n  Punks in my way, tryin to see how I play\n  I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\n  But I keep my cool cause see like, that's my image\n  Stroll like a gangsta think you lost when I finish\n  Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\n  Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme. and I'm cool!\n\n  {*dj scratches*}\n"},{"id":25407701,"name":"The Coolest","trackName":"The Coolest","artistName":"King T","albumName":"Act a Fool","duration":320.906667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more\nThe king, b-boy Tee, has been washed ashore\nAnd I'm back, I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\nI'm the best for the job, you know why? (Why?)\n'Cause I'm cool\n\nSee, I'm smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\nRough like a bully, I'm rollin' like a bicycle\nFresh like a virgin, calculates like a math whiz\nYou think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is\nMicrophone magician, it's the end when I start\nA confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\nCrown King B-Boy, the elite rap reverend\nMaster of the ceremony 24/7\nMCs don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\nDraped in Fila or either Ellesse\n'Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\nSuckers stay away, I'll mess you up like cancer\nMy style is original, not a subliminal\nYou say to yourself, \"There's no one better than him,\" you know\nBustin' all busters, killin' all killers\nTacklin' MCs like a Pittsburgh Steeler\nI'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\nThe supreme King Tee, I got things in control\nSkeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\nYou don't have to ask why, you know the reason (He's cool)\n\nThe king\nHuh, huh, I'm King Tee\nThe king\nHuh, huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n\nI wear a white gold crown, white gold ropes\nSleep on white sheets, be on white slopes\nSupreme to be exact, you know I'm cooler than most\nWhen God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\nI won't bother or nag you, to rhyme, I'll be glad to\nYou thought I couldn't get you, but I already had you\nI know you heard my DJ, is he good or what?\nKeith Cooley is a killer, your DJ's a mutt\nI wouldn't try to take him on, he'll cut you up like a biologist\nHe'll be the tutor and I'm the talkologist\nYou think he's new? Well, for you, I feel sorry\n'Cause see, he's been around since Uncle Jam's Army\nCool impresario, majority ruler\nI got a lot of money, go ask my jeweler\nDeath in the flesh is the cool King Tee-la\nI talk more noise than J and Ds talk Fila\nI'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\nGet in the latest fashion, silver shines like chrome\nThe king, your royal highness, better known as the cool highness\nGot a forty of a weave in our ass, let me try this\nCoolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\nTo see me, guidance had to be parental\nMe and Keith are the teachers of the new cool school\nBut not only that, I gotta tell you something, I'm cool\n\nI'ma keep\nI'ma keep\nKeith Cooley\nKeith Cooley\nKeith Cooley and Cold, Cold, Cold Crush Chris\nScotty D\nUnknown as a poet, he's also down with the group\nThe master, the mastermind of the drum, DJ Cool\nBoogaloo\n\nI can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin' it\nThe ones sayin' \"Don't\" are the ones that's sellin' it\nI can't cope, in other words, I can't feel it\nIf crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\n'Cause I'm rough and I'm tough and I come from LA\nYo, my name is King Tee and I'm here to stay\nI got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\nHotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\nLeader of the land, commander and the chief\nBigger and bolder, other words, I got beef\nI got a posse at that, mostly cold chillin'\nYours make thousands, mine make millions\nNot at all a gangster 'cause I never do crimin'\nI make a lot of money by just cool rhymin'\nNot doin' it 'cause I want to, but I'm doin' it 'cause I hasta\nCoolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap plaza\nYeah, my stuff is funky and I'm the rap junkie\nSlammin' sucker punks like a hurricane Bundy\nAnd for the rap race, place your bet on the king\nI run like Quicksilver, fly like I had wings\nTo you, it seems like that I'm braggin' a lot\nBut I'm saggin' a lot because money I got\nI'm the MC dismantler, lyrical manipulator\n8-Ball drinker, the new cool innovator\nI'm King Tee, Keith Cooley is the DJ\nNo fakin', no frontin', turntables do what he say\nCuttin' like a Ginsu, makin' bets against you\nThe girlies go wild, Keith Cool could even dance to\nFila we wear, won't promise or swear\nDon't get too much comp, 'cause MCs I tear\nIn half and laugh 'cause it's just so hilarious\nTo walk in a jam and see the most scariest\nPunks in my way, tryin' to see how I play\nI know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\nBut I keep my cool, 'cause see, like, that's my image\nStroll like a gangster, thanking Lord when I'm finished\nGrab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\n'Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme and I'm cool\n\nRun a power move on 'em\nUh, I'm so cool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Coolest\n  artist: King T\n  album: Act a Fool\n  duration_ms: 320907\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more\n  The king, b-boy Tee, has been washed ashore\n  And I'm back, I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\n  I'm the best for the job, you know why? (Why?)\n  'Cause I'm cool\n\n  See, I'm smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\n  Rough like a bully, I'm rollin' like a bicycle\n  Fresh like a virgin, calculates like a math whiz\n  You think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is\n  Microphone magician, it's the end when I start\n  A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\n  Crown King B-Boy, the elite rap reverend\n  Master of the ceremony 24/7\n  MCs don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\n  Draped in Fila or either Ellesse\n  'Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\n  Suckers stay away, I'll mess you up like cancer\n  My style is original, not a subliminal\n  You say to yourself, \"There's no one better than him,\" you know\n  Bustin' all busters, killin' all killers\n  Tacklin' MCs like a Pittsburgh Steeler\n  I'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\n  The supreme King Tee, I got things in control\n  Skeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\n  You don't have to ask why, you know the reason (He's cool)\n\n  The king\n  Huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n  The king\n  Huh, huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n\n  I wear a white gold crown, white gold ropes\n  Sleep on white sheets, be on white slopes\n  Supreme to be exact, you know I'm cooler than most\n  When God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\n  I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme, I'll be glad to\n  You thought I couldn't get you, but I already had you\n  I know you heard my DJ, is he good or what?\n  Keith Cooley is a killer, your DJ's a mutt\n  I wouldn't try to take him on, he'll cut you up like a biologist\n  He'll be the tutor and I'm the talkologist\n  You think he's new? Well, for you, I feel sorry\n  'Cause see, he's been around since Uncle Jam's Army\n  Cool impresario, majority ruler\n  I got a lot of money, go ask my jeweler\n  Death in the flesh is the cool King Tee-la\n  I talk more noise than J and Ds talk Fila\n  I'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\n  Get in the latest fashion, silver shines like chrome\n  The king, your royal highness, better known as the cool highness\n  Got a forty of a weave in our ass, let me try this\n  Coolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\n  To see me, guidance had to be parental\n  Me and Keith are the teachers of the new cool school\n  But not only that, I gotta tell you something, I'm cool\n\n  I'ma keep\n  I'ma keep\n  Keith Cooley\n  Keith Cooley\n  Keith Cooley and Cold, Cold, Cold Crush Chris\n  Scotty D\n  Unknown as a poet, he's also down with the group\n  The master, the mastermind of the drum, DJ Cool\n  Boogaloo\n\n  I can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin' it\n  The ones sayin' \"Don't\" are the ones that's sellin' it\n  I can't cope, in other words, I can't feel it\n  If crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\n  'Cause I'm rough and I'm tough and I come from LA\n  Yo, my name is King Tee and I'm here to stay\n  I got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\n  Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\n  Leader of the land, commander and the chief\n  Bigger and bolder, other words, I got beef\n  I got a posse at that, mostly cold chillin'\n  Yours make thousands, mine make millions\n  Not at all a gangster 'cause I never do crimin'\n  I make a lot of money by just cool rhymin'\n  Not doin' it 'cause I want to, but I'm doin' it 'cause I hasta\n  Coolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap plaza\n  Yeah, my stuff is funky and I'm the rap junkie\n  Slammin' sucker punks like a hurricane Bundy\n  And for the rap race, place your bet on the king\n  I run like Quicksilver, fly like I had wings\n  To you, it seems like that I'm braggin' a lot\n  But I'm saggin' a lot because money I got\n  I'm the MC dismantler, lyrical manipulator\n  8-Ball drinker, the new cool innovator\n  I'm King Tee, Keith Cooley is the DJ\n  No fakin', no frontin', turntables do what he say\n  Cuttin' like a Ginsu, makin' bets against you\n  The girlies go wild, Keith Cool could even dance to\n  Fila we wear, won't promise or swear\n  Don't get too much comp, 'cause MCs I tear\n  In half and laugh 'cause it's just so hilarious\n  To walk in a jam and see the most scariest\n  Punks in my way, tryin' to see how I play\n  I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\n  But I keep my cool, 'cause see, like, that's my image\n  Stroll like a gangster, thanking Lord when I'm finished\n  Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\n  'Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme and I'm cool\n\n  Run a power move on 'em\n  Uh, I'm so cool\n"},{"id":37955298,"name":"The Coolest","trackName":"The Coolest","artistName":"King T","albumName":"2003","duration":319.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more\nThe king, b-boy Tee, has been washed ashore\nAnd I'm back, I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\nI'm the best for the job, you know why? (Why?)\n'Cause I'm cool\n\nSee, I'm smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\nRough like a bully, I'm rollin' like a bicycle\nFresh like a virgin, calculates like a math whiz\nYou think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is\nMicrophone magician, it's the end when I start\nA confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\nCrown King B-Boy, the elite rap reverend\nMaster of the ceremony 24/7\nMCs don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\nDraped in Fila or either Ellesse\n'Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\nSuckers stay away, I'll mess you up like cancer\nMy style is original, not a subliminal\nYou say to yourself, \"There's no one better than him,\" you know\nBustin' all busters, killin' all killers\nTacklin' MCs like a Pittsburgh Steeler\nI'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\nThe supreme King Tee, I got things in control\nSkeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\nYou don't have to ask why, you know the reason (He's cool)\n\nThe king\nHuh, huh, I'm King Tee\nThe king\nHuh, huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n\nI wear a white gold crown, white gold ropes\nSleep on white sheets, be on white slopes\nSupreme to be exact, you know I'm cooler than most\nWhen God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\nI won't bother or nag you, to rhyme, I'll be glad to\nYou thought I couldn't get you, but I already had you\nI know you heard my DJ, is he good or what?\nKeith Cooley is a killer, your DJ's a mutt\nI wouldn't try to take him on, he'll cut you up like a biologist\nHe'll be the tutor and I'm the talkologist\nYou think he's new? Well, for you, I feel sorry\n'Cause see, he's been around since Uncle Jam's Army\nCool impresario, majority ruler\nI got a lot of money, go ask my jeweler\nDeath in the flesh is the cool King Tee-la\nI talk more noise than J and Ds talk Fila\nI'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\nGet in the latest fashion, silver shines like chrome\nThe king, your royal highness, better known as the cool highness\nGot a forty of a weave in our ass, let me try this\nCoolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\nTo see me, guidance had to be parental\nMe and Keith are the teachers of the new cool school\nBut not only that, I gotta tell you something, I'm cool\n\nI'ma keep\nI'ma keep\nKeith Cooley\nKeith Cooley\nKeith Cooley and Cold, Cold, Cold Crush Chris\nScotty D\nUnknown as a poet, he's also down with the group\nThe master, the mastermind of the drum, DJ Cool\nBoogaloo\n\nI can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin' it\nThe ones sayin' \"Don't\" are the ones that's sellin' it\nI can't cope, in other words, I can't feel it\nIf crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\n'Cause I'm rough and I'm tough and I come from LA\nYo, my name is King Tee and I'm here to stay\nI got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\nHotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\nLeader of the land, commander and the chief\nBigger and bolder, other words, I got beef\nI got a posse at that, mostly cold chillin'\nYours make thousands, mine make millions\nNot at all a gangster 'cause I never do crimin'\nI make a lot of money by just cool rhymin'\nNot doin' it 'cause I want to, but I'm doin' it 'cause I hasta\nCoolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap plaza\nYeah, my stuff is funky and I'm the rap junkie\nSlammin' sucker punks like a hurricane Bundy\nAnd for the rap race, place your bet on the king\nI run like Quicksilver, fly like I had wings\nTo you, it seems like that I'm braggin' a lot\nBut I'm saggin' a lot because money I got\nI'm the MC dismantler, lyrical manipulator\n8-Ball drinker, the new cool innovator\nI'm King Tee, Keith Cooley is the DJ\nNo fakin', no frontin', turntables do what he say\nCuttin' like a Ginsu, makin' bets against you\nThe girlies go wild, Keith Cool could even dance to\nFila we wear, won't promise or swear\nDon't get too much comp, 'cause MCs I tear\nIn half and laugh 'cause it's just so hilarious\nTo walk in a jam and see the most scariest\nPunks in my way, tryin' to see how I play\nI know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\nBut I keep my cool, 'cause see, like, that's my image\nStroll like a gangster, thanking Lord when I'm finished\nGrab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\n'Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme and I'm cool\n\nRun a power move on 'em\nUh, I'm so cool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Coolest\n  artist: King T\n  album: '2003'\n  duration_ms: 319000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more\n  The king, b-boy Tee, has been washed ashore\n  And I'm back, I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule\n  I'm the best for the job, you know why? (Why?)\n  'Cause I'm cool\n\n  See, I'm smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle\n  Rough like a bully, I'm rollin' like a bicycle\n  Fresh like a virgin, calculates like a math whiz\n  You think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is\n  Microphone magician, it's the end when I start\n  A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art\n  Crown King B-Boy, the elite rap reverend\n  Master of the ceremony 24/7\n  MCs don't fear me, I come in peace, ha\n  Draped in Fila or either Ellesse\n  'Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer\n  Suckers stay away, I'll mess you up like cancer\n  My style is original, not a subliminal\n  You say to yourself, \"There's no one better than him,\" you know\n  Bustin' all busters, killin' all killers\n  Tacklin' MCs like a Pittsburgh Steeler\n  I'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold\n  The supreme King Tee, I got things in control\n  Skeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school\n  You don't have to ask why, you know the reason (He's cool)\n\n  The king\n  Huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n  The king\n  Huh, huh, huh, I'm King Tee\n\n  I wear a white gold crown, white gold ropes\n  Sleep on white sheets, be on white slopes\n  Supreme to be exact, you know I'm cooler than most\n  When God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose\n  I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme, I'll be glad to\n  You thought I couldn't get you, but I already had you\n  I know you heard my DJ, is he good or what?\n  Keith Cooley is a killer, your DJ's a mutt\n  I wouldn't try to take him on, he'll cut you up like a biologist\n  He'll be the tutor and I'm the talkologist\n  You think he's new? Well, for you, I feel sorry\n  'Cause see, he's been around since Uncle Jam's Army\n  Cool impresario, majority ruler\n  I got a lot of money, go ask my jeweler\n  Death in the flesh is the cool King Tee-la\n  I talk more noise than J and Ds talk Fila\n  I'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne\n  Get in the latest fashion, silver shines like chrome\n  The king, your royal highness, better known as the cool highness\n  Got a forty of a weave in our ass, let me try this\n  Coolest of cool and my rhymes are essential\n  To see me, guidance had to be parental\n  Me and Keith are the teachers of the new cool school\n  But not only that, I gotta tell you something, I'm cool\n\n  I'ma keep\n  I'ma keep\n  Keith Cooley\n  Keith Cooley\n  Keith Cooley and Cold, Cold, Cold Crush Chris\n  Scotty D\n  Unknown as a poet, he's also down with the group\n  The master, the mastermind of the drum, DJ Cool\n  Boogaloo\n\n  I can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin' it\n  The ones sayin' \"Don't\" are the ones that's sellin' it\n  I can't cope, in other words, I can't feel it\n  If crack was a monster, then I'd kill it\n  'Cause I'm rough and I'm tough and I come from LA\n  Yo, my name is King Tee and I'm here to stay\n  I got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard\n  Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard\n  Leader of the land, commander and the chief\n  Bigger and bolder, other words, I got beef\n  I got a posse at that, mostly cold chillin'\n  Yours make thousands, mine make millions\n  Not at all a gangster 'cause I never do crimin'\n  I make a lot of money by just cool rhymin'\n  Not doin' it 'cause I want to, but I'm doin' it 'cause I hasta\n  Coolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap plaza\n  Yeah, my stuff is funky and I'm the rap junkie\n  Slammin' sucker punks like a hurricane Bundy\n  And for the rap race, place your bet on the king\n  I run like Quicksilver, fly like I had wings\n  To you, it seems like that I'm braggin' a lot\n  But I'm saggin' a lot because money I got\n  I'm the MC dismantler, lyrical manipulator\n  8-Ball drinker, the new cool innovator\n  I'm King Tee, Keith Cooley is the DJ\n  No fakin', no frontin', turntables do what he say\n  Cuttin' like a Ginsu, makin' bets against you\n  The girlies go wild, Keith Cool could even dance to\n  Fila we wear, won't promise or swear\n  Don't get too much comp, 'cause MCs I tear\n  In half and laugh 'cause it's just so hilarious\n  To walk in a jam and see the most scariest\n  Punks in my way, tryin' to see how I play\n  I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay\n  But I keep my cool, 'cause see, like, that's my image\n  Stroll like a gangster, thanking Lord when I'm finished\n  Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth\n  'Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme and I'm cool\n\n  Run a power move on 'em\n  Uh, I'm so cool\n"}]