Will Smith - I'm All That lyrics

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Will Smith - I'm All That lyrics

Spill the beans on the table I always say... Huuuuuuuh... Yeah buddy Extra! Extra! Read All About It! Fresh Prince is back You wonder how'd it happen; I wasn't rappin' for a long time But now I'm back with a strong rhyme Look here, the camera, snap my picture I'll sign my name on it, then I get wit' ya Like LL said; "don't call it a comeback" And face the fact, Jack - I'm all that (I know ya gonna dig this) Here I am in the flesh (Who is) I'm the funky, funky, funky fresh Rhyme authority, rhythm connoisseur Hip-hop liaison, rap Amba**ador Duke of daring, the king of the cut Prince of poetry and all that stuff Sexy, s**y, making the honey's yell Girlies pa**ing out? Ah, well Back from the dead, like Jason People thought I was over, they were erasin' Me and Jeff's names out of the hit list But ah, ah, ah, not so quick Coming back at ya, can't no bad catcher Catch this fast ball I'm throwing at y'all Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now Thanks for keeping my throne warm for me, pal The man with the cape, the crown and the scepter Out for a while, but wisely kept a Pen and pad by, so when I had my Opportunity to rap, man I Set my goals and then I shot for What I do best: funny, to hell with hardcore Voice on radio, face on TV Spanking new funky rhymes on a CD Out to attack the wack, full contact It's gonna be a long night go get a knapsack I got a gat to make ya face the fact That I'm the best rapper on wax - I'm all that (All that, you know what I'm saying) (Get wicked) Get up, get down, get funky, get loose I'm the best show and I got proof In the past there were those that could doubt it But now I'm back and there's no doubt about it The writing is on the wall (Come on) Gimme ya mic and a stage and I'm a live it-ive it up y'all Cause I can flow Is there another rapper in the world like me? Hell no! No one's like me, others try to bite me There thebere thebere there might be Someone like me somewhere They're just not here; where the hell they at? Who cares? Cause y'all got the ace in the hole The super lover brother, numero uno, the rapper with soul Coming out a little on the new tip For those of y'all that thought I couldn't do this Yo, well consider it done It's the same got the parents Just don't understand the same one People said that I couldn't rap Ha ha ha, you can stop that Cause I'm a rapper and a half And in the past I chose to make people laugh And I was criticized for that Some called me soft, some called me wack I gotta admit it y'all I felt bad (Who'd ya call) So as usual I called my Dad He's sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova He said son, "Yo, come on over." He sat me down and he told me this Son when your all that, you're gonna get dissed He put his arms around me and he said "Son I was all that when I was young" So from that point on I set my sights on Making a record that people thought was the hype joint Philly, born and raised, I've been gone for days I can't wait to get back With my new track Rhyme like lava, voice like a volcano My rhyme through your radio works like Drano A Porsche not eleven and I don't stall Jack (Yo, we all that)

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