| Spill the beans on the table I always say…
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| Extra, Extra read all about Fresh Prince is back
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| You wonder how it Happen
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| I wasn’t rappin'
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| For a long time
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| But now I’m back with a strong rhyme
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| Look, near the camera, snap my picture
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| I’ll sign my name on it, then I get richer
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| Like LL said don’t call it a comeback
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| And face the fact Jack
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| I’m all that
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| (I know ya gonna dig this)
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| Here I am in the flesh
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| (Who is)
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| I’m the funky, funky, funky fresh
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| Rhyme authority
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| Rhythm console
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| Hip-hop liaison
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| Rap Ambassador
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| Do the daring, the king of the cut
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| Prince of poetry and all that stuff
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| Sexy, sexy, making the honey’s yell
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| Girlies passin’out, ah well
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| Back from the dead, like Jason
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| People thought I was over, they were erasin'
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| Me and Jeff’s names out of the hit list
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| But ah, ah, ah not so quick
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| Comin’back at cha
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| Can’t go back at cha
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| Catch this fast ball I’m throwin’at y’all
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| Wake up and smell the coffee, I’m back now
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| Thanks for keeping my girl warm for me, pal
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| The man with the cape, the crown in the center
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| Out for a while, but wisely kept up Pen and paper, so when I had my Oppor-tun-ity, to rap
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| I set my goals and then I shot for
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| What I do best, funny, to hell with hardcore
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| Voice on radio, face on TV
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| Spankin’new funky rhymes on a CD
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| Out to attack
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| The wack
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| Full contact
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| It’s gonna be a long night go get a knapsack
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| I gotta getta make ya face the fact
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| That I’m the best rapper on wax
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| I’m all that
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| (Get wicked)
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| Get up, get down, get funky, get loose
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| I’m the best show and I got proof
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| In the past there was always that kid doubted
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| But now I’m back and there’s no doubt about it The writing is on the wall
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| (Come on)
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| Gimme ya mic and a stage and I’m a rip it, rip it, up y’all
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| 'Cause I can flow
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| Is there another rapper in the world, like me? |
| Hell no!
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| No one’s like me Others try to bite me Bad deba deba bad mike me Someone like me somewhere
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| To just not hear
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| Where the hell they at?
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| Who cares?
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| 'Cause your got the ace in the hole
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| The simple lover brother
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| Numero uno
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| The rapper with soul
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| Comin’out a little on the new tip
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| For those of you that thought I couldn’t do this
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| Yo well consider it done
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| It’s the same got the parents
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| just don’t understand the same one
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| people said that I couldn’t rap
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| ha ha ha well you can stop that
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| coz I’m a rapper and a half
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| and in the past I chose to make people laugh
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| and I was criticized for that
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| some called me soft, some called me wack
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| I gotta admit y’all I felt bad
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| (Who'd ya call)
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| so as usual I called my Dad
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| He’s sort of a fifty-one year old Casanova
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| He said son, «Yo, come on over.»
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| He sat me down and he told me this
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| Son when your all that, you’re gonna get dissed
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| He put his arms around me and he said son
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| I was all that when I was young
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| So pump that point on And set my sights on Making a record that people thought was the: ??height jon, height joint,
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| high joint???
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| Philly, born and raised
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| I’ve been
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| Gone for days
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| I can’t wait to get back
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| With my new track
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| Rhyme like lava
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| Voice like a volcano
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| I rhyme through your radio
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| Words like draedo
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| A Porsche not eleven and I don’t stall Jack
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| (Yo)
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| We all that |