Royce Da 5'9" - I'm the King lyrics

[Intro] What, 5'9", I'm the King What, yeah, what, yo [Hook x2] I'mma 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 more, I'm the king [Verse 1] Y'all n***as is real co*ky 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, n***as 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 and n***as 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 n***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 n***a that's wack? You a n***a that I don't like as a person [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard a**hole in the wall Frownin' up, n***as thinkin' you sick cause you sick lookin', I'm heated And I'mma go to trial blowin' my triggers Y'all n***as ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures Split somebody, and serve the n***a whose style you bit That bit like ten n***as 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 More thunder, co*kin' big heat So undergrounds n***as wit' beef can get more under, 6 feet Man ya missles, I plan to diss you Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you n***as I doubt y'all cause I'm an outlaw Right-handed, built with a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw Gun shine bright, y'all n***as? Y'all need to rhyme like 5'9" Unsigned with hype, King [Hook x2] [Outro] I'm the king (On the microphone) I'm the king (No, no I ain't jokin') I'm the king (That's in command, that's in command) I'm the king (On the microphone) I'm the king (The funk rhymin' master) I'm the king (That's in command, that's in command) I'm the king