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