King Sun - Soft Shoe BootyLyrics

(Witness the strenght) -> N.W.A. You soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck A minute ago I know you thought it was easy To diss me, but you missed me, and that didn't please me A song and dance doesn't give you a chance to advance I think you better go home and enhance Your lyrical skills on the real, you can't swing On the devine, be off mine, picture the King Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to I be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephew Climbin on my back while I'm flowin with the tracks Tryin to learn how to burn - this is what you lack Air, gas and energy, greater than Con Edison Fuel into infinity with pure solar medicine I know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dial Chumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for miles I'm so foul, that at times I'm bad news Battle me and lose, you win a pair of shoes Made of concrete, there's somethin sweet about that To match your dead man suit and your dead man's hat When it's right I deliver, at the bottom of the river You'll be found, gagged and bound, with no liver I fed it to a kid that always bit suckers Soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka Each and every line I design with precision In the mind I'm inclined, appealin to your vision On a physical basis - never the racist one My mission is to see that competition is done So I do em, throw em to the crowd Make the crowd boo while I diss em out loud Girls that want to battle, I serve em, then I screw em Next time I see em, I don't say nothin to em But then they want to sweat me, they can't get me Keep your cool, you're a fool to upset me Illegit, half-wit geek-ass nerd (I heard the god can't rhyme) Yeah, fuck what you heard You got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouth Then you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin out I throw joints to score points at war Once more I make sure you leave through the door On a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent Blow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequence Step up of step off, the choice is yours There's always room for one more on the floor You lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10 Unanymous decision - I win I know you wonder what part of the game is this If you know like I know, it's the part you missed Anybody coulda told you, I'm diesel like a truck to A soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka I was gonna let you slide, but I decided not to Don't even try to run, cause I got you Trapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezed In the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheese Sayin please doesn't mean you're released from the scene of the crime Tryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymes You practice in a daily rehearsal I'm universal, dramatic or commercial One thing to say about the King is worth big money Dig, money, I master 120 Okay, you got a gun, now I'm supposed to be afraid? You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenade If you catch me in a chest, bust, I'm in a vest You'll be blown to the zone of your perpetual rest Don't ever try to take me out the box again Even on Fantasy Island - you're never gonna win Your fans are all mislead, cause you're mentally dead Count your heads, cause your boys just fled They ran off and left you, played you like a sucker Soft shoe botty-ass punk muthafucka (Witness the strength) -> N.W.A (It's just another nigga dead) -> Ice Cube