
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Kutt |
I’m coming straight outta Compton |
You niggas need to hear it more often |
I’m royal, that mean I ain’t get here for taking no losses |
These rappers in my city need to quit the fuck-talking |
When half of you niggas never traveled further than Joplin |
I’m the formula, all of you niggas dying to taste me |
Talked about Tech, but give up and left, I’d have replaced me |
If you could, but ain’t a nigga in town that faze me |
Got Papa, Rittz, or anybody you niggas did lately |
I annihilate beats, read the minds of a feature |
A handkerchief, knife and fork and a glass of wine when I eat ‘em |
No monkey business but I cannot deny I’m the Caesar |
I’m the only chief so how you gon' say I ain’t the king then? |
Either with me or against me, I’m the hardest, in short (???) |
Regardless, got no pity for artists who don’t feel me |
Kutt Calhoun, make ‘em remember the name |
I’m the bolder nigga, plus I was the coldest at |
I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
King, King Kutt |
King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
King, Kutt, King Kutt |
Down with the king (King Kutt) |
King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
We got the street, suckas |
Can you dig it? |
I’m the artist these feminine-assed artists ain’t seen since |
Straight Outta Compton, meaning you niggas ain’t seen shit |
Y’all too busy shaking ass and getting dressed by a seamstress |
Young Thugging? |
You niggas walk around dingaling-less |
Yeah I said it, Sway in the Morning, Shade 45 |
97 The Beat, and Breakfast Club with Charlamagne God |
Need to hear it, ‘cause ain’t nobody addressing the problem |
When (???) was making sense, but when the sense is uncommon |
Time to pause— these niggas selling their lives for attention |
Not to mention you people willing to buy if you listen |
Got your sons walking around, dancing, dressing like bitches |
I tried to stomach it, but I couldn’t fathom the sickness |
Like divine intervention, I’ma stop with the sauce |
Step in and lay down the law, and teach them how to be raw |
A miracle in your presence here to reckon with all |
Rich Homie Quan, you’re cool but the rest of us all |
I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
King, King Kutt |
King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
King, Kutt, King Kutt |
Down with the king (King Kutt) |
King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
We got the street, suckas |
Can you dig it? |
Never would I let an R&B nigga body me |
Or Lauryn Hill me, our Breezy is killing ‘em softly |
Saw street niggas focused on a chick, it’s camaraderie |
And let ‘em have it, plus the radio stations corroborate |
Spinning in rotation like an everyday hit |
Your reputation sinking faster than an old battleship |
Don’t hate me, I just be what these streets need |
And my knees get so weak when streets show weakness |
Raw, competition, that’s my hobby and job |
To kill niggas, the lyrical sense and not like the cops do |
Show on up in your dream just to remind that I got you |
Like Freddy from Elm Street but won’t be wearing the costume |
And I cut like Calhoun, they drop to their knees, it’s |
Niggas bowing like they witnessed the coming of Jesus |
No Hail Marys, confessions couldn’t save you from me, just |
A basket under your head for when the king guillotines it |
I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
King, King Kutt |
King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
King, Kutt, King Kutt |
Down with the king (King Kutt) |
King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
We got the street, suckas |
Can you dig it? |
Black Gold is a dynasty, got it up and it’s running |
Like a Cosby plaintiff, I’m the nigga you never saw coming |
Independent, dependable, with a bus full of gunners |
Sniping everything in your sight, your favorite label’s most wanted |
Ain’t no surprise, I did it on my lonely, regardless |
The same reason I’m here is how a nigga first started |
From the bottom, I ate my way to the top— when you’re starving |
You eat ‘til your belly big, now that’s a well-rounded artist |
Still hungry, and niggas looking like filet mignon |
And you’re lying if you’re saying that you don’t feel it, be gone |
Yes, a lot of y’all’d rather listen to silliness from |
What you hear on the day-to-day but I’m as real as they come |
‘Cause I’m cold, way colder than Celsius, stay frozen to death and this |
Mean Melvin is Kelvin and can’t nobody contest with it |
Unless they dumb, drunken to death |
Either way it’s probably a tactic just to market theyself |
Ain’t no denying |
I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
King, King Kutt |
King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
King, Kutt, King Kutt |
Down with the king (King Kutt) |
King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
We got the street, suckas |
Can you dig it? |
So now that you’ve heard the record |
What the fuck you gon' do about it, bitch? |
Name | Year |
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On My Own (I Got You) ft. Demond Jones | 2015 |
B. Boy ft. Kutt Calhoun, Bumpy Knuckles, Big Scoob | 2009 |
Slave ft. Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko | 2011 |
Jump ft. Kutt Calhoun, Spaide Ripper | 2012 |
Let's Go ft. Mista Fab, Kutt Calhoun | 2010 |
Sleeping On Me | 2012 |
Whip It | 2007 |
Poh Me Anutha ft. Potluck, Kutt Calhoun | 2010 |
Ghetto Love ft. Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko | 2010 |
Strangeulation III ft. Bernz, Kutt Calhoun, Ubiquitous | 2014 |
I Don’t Like The Look of It | 2013 |
Gods ft. Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko | 2011 |
Bunk Rock Bitch | 2008 |
Too Much ft. Kutt Calhoun | 2010 |
Down For The Block ft. Big Scoob, Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne ft. Jay Rock, Kutt Calhoun, & Big Scoob | 2011 |
That’s My Kid ft. CeeLo Green, Kutt Calhoun, Big K.R.I.T. | 2013 |
Handz Up | 2015 |
Strange $ | 2012 |
Triumph | 2012 |
There He Go (Heroin Flow) | 2012 |