DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince I'm All That Lyrics

Spill the beans on the table I always say...

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, 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 connoisseur
Hip-hop liaison
Rap Ambassador
Duke of daring, the king of the cut
the Prince of poetry and all that stuff
s__y, s__y, 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, and the sceptre
Out for a while, but wisely kept up
Pen and pad by, so when I had my
Oppor-tun-ity, to rap
I set my goals and then I shot forward
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 gab to make ya face the fact
That I'm the best rapper on wax
I'm all that

(Get wicked) I'm all that

Get up, get down, get funky, get loose
I'm the best, yo, and I got proof
In the past there was always that kid that 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 there might me
Someone like me somewhere
They 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
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 from that point on
I set my sights on
Making a record that people thought was the height 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 drano
A Porsche nine eleven and I don't stall Jack
(Yo)
We all that