Lyrics:

Cutting, scratching
Cutting and scratching
Cut-cut-cutting and scratching
Cut-cutting and scratching
Cut-cut-cutting and scratching
King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin’ to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese, don't let your finger get sore
Scratch up the beat, go off, and go off
Live at the scene in the place to be
We are the three: G, Kay, and DJ Cheese
Here to give you want or more than you need
With a funky fresh beat and a rap complete
I came to terrorize with the rhymes I spray
I always say it so unique, it'll make your skins shake
Anytime I rock, I'm on offense
But I won't fall to that pretense
Of a wack MC, 'cause
My name is Kay MC, I'm well qualified
To be 5 foot 10, light-skinned, and slim
I got that much to make you my friend
Anything that's needed to be done
Just call on the Kay 'cause I'm on the one
Every time I rap, I will let you know
Every rhyme that I write is good to go

King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin’ to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese, don't let your finger get sore
Scratch up the beat, go off, and go off
Well I'm original, unpredictable
Not a bitin' MC, but powerful
In my own way I rock the mic
I gotta style of my own, never have to bite
'Cause I can rock any record if you just let-a
Me go off, I can do it better
With jazz, solo, rock-and-rolla
Scratchin’ to the set or on a big show
'Cause I'm an Einstein when it comes to rhymes (sing!)
Lyrics like this, I'm a scientist
And if you want proof that we got juice
Just check out the rhymes that we produce
We’re gonna take our talent to the extreme
Destroy this place like a mad machine
'Cause we're live, wise, organized
Three in the place you'll recognize
That DJ
That-that-that DJ
That DJ
That-that DJ

King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin’ to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese, don't let your finger get sore
Scratch up the beat, go off, and go off
I got so many rhymes I don't know what to do
I might throw some away or give some to you
The way I rock, we serve 'em up to par
I'm the ace in the place, I'm a superstar
I'm the house rocker, the mic shocker
When I'm in the place, you're the finger popper
I'm the women dealing, never rhyme stealing
When I'm on the mic, you'll hit the ceiling
I'm the party raider, rhyme creator
When you hear my voice, you'll say there's no one greater
I rock the mic and rock it well
I'll make it rain, sleet, snow (and even hail)
Make your body 'cause I'm that fresh
Guarantee to win it all if you place the bet
On me on the mic 'cause I dog it right
And I freak to the beat 'cause I'm out of sight
So check— So-so-so check—
So-so-so check— So check—
So-so-so-so check out the method as he cuts-cut-cut—
Cuts the jam!

King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin’ to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese, don't let your finger get sore
Scratch up the beat, go off, and go off
Well people wanna know why he's so
Improved and cool and on the go
And when they ask, we just tell them so
That Cheese know the ways that our rhymes go
The way he spin it back (and set it up)
The way he wick-wick-wick and chuck-chuck-chuck
So chuck it up Cheese, chuck it up with ease Cheese
Chuck, chuck it on up

He is the master—
He-he-he is the master—
He-he-he is the— He is the—
He is the master of the smashing cuts
King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin' to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese, don't let your finger get sore
Scratch up the beat, go off, and go off
I was blind but now I see
That everything that I write was meant to be
Here to rock the place, and you know I can
Never three steps back 'cause I'm the boss man
Got high potential and full of pride
But breakin' on Kay MC is like suicide
I'm brand spanking new, like never before
Feel better than a happy kid from a candy store
Put my brain to work always keep intact
I never do chill on that wack track
Don't worry about the place, you all will see
I never think to be a king but royalty
I feel that way 'cause I'm outta sight
Never stumble on the stage but I'm dog on the mic
Going at a steady pace, I can't be stopped
Well I'm the K-A-Y, I'm so hip hop
Cutting and scra-scra-scratching
Cutting and scra-scra-scra-scratching
Cutting and s— Cutting and s—
Cut-cut-cutting and scratching
King Kut, you know you wanna slice
Scratching so nice, gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and he's good to go
Scratchin' to the beat in stereo