Royce Da 5?9?
Royce Da 5?9? - I'M The King lyrics
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What....wha... 5'9! I'm the King! What...yeah...what, yo... I'm-a rhyme til I can't rhyme no more Burn til I can't burn no more Shine til there's no shine no more Til the earth can't turn no more Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) Ya'll niggaz is real cocky on the street Til I drop you on ya knees Knock you on ya feet, I'm like Rocky on the reach I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to contain I can aim so I blaze my tool I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!) I'm sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think I'm hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink Niggaz is fast learners, you're only as hot as the back burner From mad rappers and clap burners Talk to the foot thinkin' you real I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks You came to box a nigga that's flat out dirty Just name the spot and I'll be there a half hour early I write for the purpose to express a view A nigga that's wack? You a nigga that I don't like as a person I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin' I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit That bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebody Top of the world, all that's around you is beneath me Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me Mo' thunder, cockin' big heat So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6 feet Man ya missles, I plan to dis you Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you Niggaz I doubt ya'll cuz I'm an outlaw Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw Gun shine bright, (ya'll niggaz?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9 Unsigned wit' hype... (King!) I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone I'm the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain't jokin' I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone I'm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin' master I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command I'm the kiiiiiiiing....