I'm All That

Spill the beans on the table I always say...
 Extra, Extra read all about Fresh Prince is back
 You wonder how it
 Happen
 I wasn't rappin'
 For a long time
 But now I'm back with a strong rhyme
 Look, near the camera, snap my picture
 I'll sign my name on it, then I get richer
 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 console
 Hip-hop liaison
 Rap Ambassador
 Do the daring, the king of the cut
 Prince of poetry and all that stuff
 Sexy, sexy, making the honey's yell
 Girlies passin' 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
 Comin' back at cha
 Can't go back at cha
 Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all
 Wake up and smell the coffee, I'm back now
 Thanks for keeping my girl warm for me, pal
 The man with the cape, the crown in the center
 Out for a while, but wisely kept up
 Pen and paper, so when I had my
 Oppor-tun-ity, to rap
 I set my goals and then I shot for
 What I do best, funny, to hell with hardcore
 Voice on radio, face on TV
 Spankin' 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 gotta getta make ya face the fact
 That I'm the best rapper on wax
 I'm all that
 (Get wicked)
 Get up, get down, get funky, get loose
 I'm the best show and I got proof
 In the past there was always that kid doubted
 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 rip it, rip 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
 Bad deba deba bad mike me
 Someone like me somewhere
 To just not hear
 Where the hell they at?
 Who cares?
 'Cause your got the ace in the hole
 The simple lover brother
 Numero uno
 The rapper with soul
 Comin' out a little on the new tip
 For those of you 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 well you can stop that
 coz 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 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 pump that point on
 And set my sights on
 Making a record that people thought was the:? height jon, height joint, high 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
 I rhyme through your radio
 Words like draedo
 A Porsche not eleven and I don't stall Jack
 (Yo)
 We all that