Played Like A Piano (Feat Ice Cube And Breeze)

[King Tee] King Tee's [bad word] again...Yo, check this out: awww [bad word]  aw [bad word]  I
wanna dedicate this song to all them [bad word] out there that-that-that-
that-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin'
tratin'. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is
this?)

Some cool [bad word] for the King's anthology,
and when I'm done, don't expect no apology.
Stupid [bad word] shoulda stepped when I warned 'em.
I'm from the Boondocks [bad word]  California.
I'm just anxious to whoop some [bad word] 
I went to high school, but I flunked every class.
So what makes you think I give a [bad word] about respect?
I'll put your [bad word] in check, and I'll bet
you [bad word] up, son of a punk and a [bad word]  too.
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some [bad word] that's unheard of.
For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son.
When I be [bad word] #39; your hood with a passion,
and I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson.
When [bad word] you [bad word] for ammo,
or get played like a [bad word] #39; piano...

And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the [bad word] #39;
Lench Mob (what's up, [bad word] ), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now,
man what's up? Yo, yo...

[Ice Cube]
Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, [bad word] 
I kick [bad word] with the King, [bad word] 
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,
and if [bad word] up, I'll sock your [bad word] 
And watch that eye get swollen,
cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven.
So bust a cap or swing and die.
 [bad word] Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I.
Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine,
so One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme.
But I bust one more for the suckers,
last year I [bad word]  now I'm Lenchin' [bad word] 
And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews.
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh.
Now every [bad word] that crossed me's soprano,
cuz I played their [bad word] like a [bad word] #39; piano...

[King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the
 [bad word] #39; house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some [bad word] to [bad word] 
on, man, bust this [bad word] 

[MC Breeze]
Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move. [bad word] with the beat as long as the track moves.
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar,
serve you, your crew, him, and them and a
couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt.
You slipped and [bad word]  so nitwit, just get the nuts.
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes,
better walk a chalk line, not [bad word] #39; a tightrope.
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift.
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift.
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls,
if I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I'd get blue balls.
Serious as drama, I'm-a watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through.
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent.
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent.
Cuz B-R-E-E-Z-will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top MC.
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol.
Now you got played, like a [bad word] #39; piano.

[King Tee]
This is just a sample of three black Nig-roes
who grew up in the heart of the ghetto.
Doin' what we had to just to make ends meet,
some steal for a livin', some stand on the street,
just slang. Some gang-bang, but big deal.
They say [bad word]  you gotta kill or get killed.
 [bad word] #39; police pull ya over, slam ya down,
then tell ya that your hood is their town.
And I ain't goin' for no [bad word] like that;
cuff me up, take me to jail, [bad word] back.
Talkin' much [bad word]  cuz I talk what the [bad word] I feel,
a few weeks in the county ain't no big deal.