Lyrics:

What... wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
Wha... yeah... wha

(Da Hook1) R59
Imma rhyme till I can't rhyme no more
Burn till I can't burn no more
Shine till there's no shine no more
Till the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) (2x)


Y'all niggaz is real cocky on the street
Till 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

(Da Hook2) I1
Imma blast till I can't blast no more
Bash till it ain't mash no more
Grind till I can't grind no more
Shot till there ain't no nine no more
Until I'm I1 no nore (I'm the king!) (2x)

(Da Hook1) R59
Imma rhyme till I can't rhyme no more
Burn till I can't burn no more
Shine till there's no shine no more
Till the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) (2x)

I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick 'cause you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Y'all 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 y'all 'cause I'm an outlaw
Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun shine bright, (y'all niggaz?) y'all need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)

(Da Hook) R59
Imma rhyme till I can't rhyme no more
Burn till I can't burn no more
Shine till there's no shine no more
Till the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) (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...