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im da king 03' w/ infa 1 - royce da 5'9" lyrics

what….wha…
5’9! i’m the king!
i1! kylla czson, k-performances
muf-cka-game-da cal-we da kings

[da hook1]r59
imma 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)

[da knowledge1]r59
ya’ll n-gg-z is real c-cky 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-gg-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
n-gg-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 n-gg- 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-gg- that’s wack? you a n-gg- that i don’t like as a person

[da hook2]i1
imma blast til i can’t blast no more
bash til it aint mash no more
grind til i can’t grind no more
shot til there aint no nine no more
until i’m i1 no nore (i’m the king!) (2x)

[da knowledge2]i1
ruin da stage da n-gg- shot 2 in da place
choke da choke da n-gg- til he blu n da face
’cause i got dem shots like d-mn hoe clear da lot
bam like binlot boutta blow up da block
i left bullets in his face he can’t walk he can’t talk
he still think itz a fazze about da way he can’t talk
and james lookin like a sweetheart aka a poptart
leavin n-gg-z wit shocked hearts im da king
and imma be and aint no thang when i rip diz kat tear it open
rip and scratch ayo diz n-gg- think he growner den me
he coulddnt be even if he wuz 10 years older den me
ya girl git mi numba b she keep callin me & callin me & callin me
girl say mi name callin me & callin me & callin me & callin me
girl say mi name.

[da knowledge3]r59
i’m in shape to give you a quick whoopin’, hard -sshole in the wall
frownin’ up, n-gg-z thinkin’ you sick ’cause you sick lookin’
i’m heated, an’ i’m-a go to trial blowin’ my triggers
ya’ll n-gg-z ain’t rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
split somebody, and serve the n-gg- whose style you bit
that bit like 10 n-gg-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, c-ckin’ big heat
so undergrounds n-gg-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
n-gg-z i doubt ya’ll ’cause i’m an outlaw
right-handed, built wit’ a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
gun shine bright, (ya’ll n-gg-z?) ya’ll need to rhyme like 5’9
unsigned wit’ hype… (king!)

[da hook2]i1
imma blast til i can’t blast no more
bash til it aint mash no more
grind til i can’t grind no more
shot til there aint no nine no more
until i’m i1 no nore (i’m the king!) (2x)

[da knowledge4]i1
rhyme & reason gimme a time & season, time of day
ya rhymez delayed n-gg- ghetto wordz c-m out rhymez unhurd
everytime i spray signz c-m out everytime i drop a wurd
yall sum b-tch made n-gg-z im n fo’ 10 figgaz
datz how i kyll n-gg-z i spent 8 or 9 million
deeze timez 9 or 10 billion i live ta spit children
citzilunz b killin dem women, trimbling makin minimum traxx
lyke a venomous ax cuttin thru a fishamen shack
da feelin is sad jus ask eminemz dad wit adrenaline stash
sh-t dey don’t knoe wut dey had and im da king uv deeze streetz
u ask me den my gunz blast unrashonally & datz da end of da streetz
imma rhyme til i can’t rhyme no mor
blast til dere aint no nine no mor
until im f-cked up summor (im da king)

[da hook]r59
imma 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!) (1)
[da hook]i1
imma blast til i can’t blast no more
bash til it aint mash no more
grind til i can’t grind no more
shot til there aint no nine no more
until i’m i1 no nore (i’m the king!) (1)

(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….

i1, 59, kings of da land, chi-town ta detoit, rock city n-gg-, baby ha ha!!!

- royce da 59 lyrics

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