What....wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
What...yeah...what, yo...


[CHORUS]
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!) [2x]

Ya'll ^!$$%z is real @@#!y 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 (^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% that's wack? You a ^!$$% that I don't like as a person

[CHORUS 2x]


I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard $$#hole in the wall
Frownin' up, ^!$$%z thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin'

I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Ya'll ^!$$%z ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
Split somebody, and serve the ^!$$% whose style you bit

That bit like 10 ^!$$%z 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, @@#!in' big heat
So undergrounds ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)


[CHORUS 2x]

[scratches]

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....