Bad Meets Evil - I'm the king - radio version lyrics

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!) 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 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 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 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!) 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!) 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!) 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!) I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard a**hole in the wall Frownin' up, n***as thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin' I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers Ya'll 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 10 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 Mo' thunder, co*kin' big heat So undergrounds n***as 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***as 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 n***as?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9 Unsigned wit' hype... (King!) 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!) 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!) 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!) 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!) (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....