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All aboard the mothership, prepare to set sail
Lyrics fat, swell as a killer whale
Enemies approaching, identify yourself
They raising up the flag, back it up, they get to blast
Open fire, cannons let loose
Shut em down like the Spruce Goose
Captain, aye aye
They still floating, give the order
Blow they punk ass out the ocean, got em
Drink, hit the dank as they sink to the bottom
Schools of sharks circle and the sea turned all purple
Even Jacques Cousteau punk ass was scared to go
And that just goes to show to uh, let you know, uh
As I chill again like Gilligan and the Skipper
A nigga kicking it with two hoes like Jack Tripper
Swabbing the deck, just stabbing in my cabin
Rub the magic lamp and out popped Aladdin like "What's happening?"
I said, "What's up? I want my rhymes to be the dopest"
Alacadabra, hocus pocus
You think they can see me? He said, "No, not really
Cause the fog's in the air, plus you're way out there"
When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame
T La Cone wicked and you best beware
You will see when he kick it that he's way out there
My style pattern's unique, exquisite, so come visit
Exhibit A through G through Z, E-N-D
Stuck your equilibrium on activate
Captivate the ear and then his eye sockets
Upon my pockets, I left em in suspense
Who's the tribes and crews, competition none exist
Bitches be blowing me kisses, others fall like missiles
Their cap was artificially flavored
My first verse, it quenched your thirst
For instance, I'm making people boogie but yet
From long distance, causing it to interfere
With your hemisphere, flee, it's a G recipe
It gets you hooked, having fits off my shit
When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame
T La Cone wicked and you best beware
You will see when he kick it that he's way out there
They wanna wipe us out, I think they haters
Kill us with the pencils and the papers and erasers
I'm coming through your living room, boom
Shock-a-lock-a-boom, shake your whole area
Break your sound barrier, so wake up if you sleep
Cause like a clock-a-tock, I'm ticking
Early bird get the worm and I stop slinging chickens
But I still be kicking facts, black, black on black crime
Why the hell you jacking me? I don't have a damn dime
My skills kill you like a deer with my spear
When it rains it pours, he fell from the tier
Off the third floor, the pieces of the puzzle
Figure it out and start fucking around and we'll be digging you out
And it's just that simple, put the thing up to your temple
And now you got a permanent dimple
It's King Tee, the name, nigga, and don't get snotty
Better knock on some doors and ask somebody
So fuck that other shit and grab my hand with all your might
Cause I'ma show you what that West Coast like
The flavor's unbelievable, nutritious, delicious
Nigga when the Tee get loose, it gets vicious
When you look up in the sky, oh me oh my
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a goddamn shame
T La Cone wicked and you best beware
You will see when he kick it that he's way out there
King Tee, King Tee, King Tee, King Tee
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