Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more
The king, b-boy Tee, has been washed ashore
And I'm back, I'm here to say if I'm a king then I should rule
I'm the best for the job, you know why? (Why?)
'Cause I'm cool
See, I'm smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle
Rough like a bully, I'm rollin' like a bicycle
Fresh like a virgin, calculates like a math whiz
You think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is
Microphone magician, it's the end when I start
A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art
Crown King B-Boy, the elite rap reverend
Master of the ceremony 24/7
MCs don't fear me, I come in peace, ha
Draped in Fila or either Ellesse
'Cause I'm the cool wop dancer, girlies romancer
Suckers stay away, I'll mess you up like cancer
My style is original, not a subliminal
You say to yourself, "There's no one better than him," you know
Bustin' all busters, killin' all killers
Tacklin' MCs like a Pittsburgh Steeler
I'm bolder than bold, I wear a lot of white gold
The supreme King Tee, I got things in control
Skeezers wanna clock me while I'm on my way to school
You don't have to ask why, you know the reason (He's cool)
The king
Huh, huh, I'm King Tee
The king
Huh, huh, huh, I'm King Tee
I wear a white gold crown, white gold ropes
Sleep on white sheets, be on white slopes
Supreme to be exact, you know I'm cooler than most
When God gave out coolness, I took a whole dose
I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme, I'll be glad to
You thought I couldn't get you, but I already had you
I know you heard my DJ, is he good or what?
Keith Cooley is a killer, your DJ's a mutt
I wouldn't try to take him on, he'll cut you up like a biologist
He'll be the tutor and I'm the talkologist
You think he's new? Well, for you, I feel sorry
'Cause see, he's been around since Uncle Jam's Army
Cool impresario, majority ruler
I got a lot of money, go ask my jeweler
Death in the flesh is the cool King Tee-la
I talk more noise than J and Ds talk Fila
I'm the most coolest and I sit on the throne
Get in the latest fashion, silver shines like chrome
The king, your royal highness, better known as the cool highness
Got a forty of a weave in our ass, let me try this
Coolest of cool and my rhymes are essential
To see me, guidance had to be parental
Me and Keith are the teachers of the new cool school
But not only that, I gotta tell you something, I'm cool
I'ma keep
I'ma keep
Keith Cooley
Keith Cooley
Keith Cooley and Cold, Cold, Cold Crush Chris
Scotty D
Unknown as a poet, he's also down with the group
The master, the mastermind of the drum, DJ Cool
Boogaloo
I can't rhyme about crack, I'm not the one to be tellin' it
The ones sayin' "Don't" are the ones that's sellin' it
I can't cope, in other words, I can't feel it
If crack was a monster, then I'd kill it
'Cause I'm rough and I'm tough and I come from LA
Yo, my name is King Tee and I'm here to stay
I got the courage of a bull, words of a wizard
Hotter than sex, cooler than a blizzard
Leader of the land, commander and the chief
Bigger and bolder, other words, I got beef
I got a posse at that, mostly cold chillin'
Yours make thousands, mine make millions
Not at all a gangster 'cause I never do crimin'
I make a lot of money by just cool rhymin'
Not doin' it 'cause I want to, but I'm doin' it 'cause I hasta
Coolest of the cool and plus I rule the rap plaza
Yeah, my stuff is funky and I'm the rap junkie
Slammin' sucker punks like a hurricane Bundy
And for the rap race, place your bet on the king
I run like Quicksilver, fly like I had wings
To you, it seems like that I'm braggin' a lot
But I'm saggin' a lot because money I got
I'm the MC dismantler, lyrical manipulator
8-Ball drinker, the new cool innovator
I'm King Tee, Keith Cooley is the DJ
No fakin', no frontin', turntables do what he say
Cuttin' like a Ginsu, makin' bets against you
The girlies go wild, Keith Cool could even dance to
Fila we wear, won't promise or swear
Don't get too much comp, 'cause MCs I tear
In half and laugh 'cause it's just so hilarious
To walk in a jam and see the most scariest
Punks in my way, tryin' to see how I play
I know they eat more rhymes than horses eat hay
But I keep my cool, 'cause see, like, that's my image
Stroll like a gangster, thanking Lord when I'm finished
Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth
'Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme and I'm cool
Run a power move on 'em
Uh, I'm so cool
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