I'm Outstanding Lyrics - Shaquille O'neal

I was born three six seven eighteen with on the wisdom 

Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte 

That means I'm gifted from the get-go 

Mom's you never let go, mad thanks for raising me right, bro' 

You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense 

Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince 

Times are hard, times are rough 

Didn't have 'Toys R Us' toys, but I had enough love 

Plus the guidance from above 

To go to the park, sweatin' push and shove 

Maybe then for a dunk like you told me 

Then there were a few times when dad had to scold me 

Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling 

Didn't want me wheeling and get to drug dealing 

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Remember when you asked me this one day 

Who I wanna be like, I said, Dr J 

Then you said, good, now you gotta go 

Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole 

Mom cracked a smile, daddy gave a frown 

I said to myself, I can't let them down 

So make way, I'm coming in for a landing 

And nothing's gonna stop me from being outstanding 

I'm outstanding 

Now let's skip to the time when I was fifteen 

Shaq is in the house, no, Shaq is on the scene 

Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors 

Kids look up to me like a skyscraper 

Now, a role model, I mean a role figure 

Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger? 

My dream is coming through, but coming through slowly 

Then I remember what mom and dad told me 

Remember this, son, do all the runs 

Shoot your gift like a gun and never forget where you come from 

You're young, gifted and Black 

If they can't say, Shaquille O'Neal then make 'em scream, âE½ShaqâE 

Like the fam' do, in the stands who 

When I freak the funk on a dunk they, ahh ooh 

From high school to college, they gave me enough knowledge 

Make that gift and now it's time for me to fulfill my dream 

To be in the like Dakeem 

I'll make the backboards shatter 

Fans chit-chatter 

Even make the other get madder 

That's me, who can it be? 

The master of disaster, seven foot three 

Brother, ain't no other in the nation 

I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation 

I'm outstanding 

I'm outstanding 

'Cause now I'm outstanding, wave your hands and pump your fist 

When I'm on the court you know it's strictly swish 

'Cause there's some things that I gotta' do 

Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq-shoe 

And now it's time to take care of business 

To run up the court with Nick and Dennis 

Scott, but I won't stop, gotta' keep striving until I reach the top 

Gonna' take a peek over the mountain, I flow like a fountain 

Peace, I gotta' go and I'm out and 

But before I go, wave your hands 

Peace to all my family, friends and fam 

I'm outstanding