I'm All That Lyrics - Will Smith

Spill the beans on the table I always say 

Extra, extra read all about it, Fresh Prince is back 

You wonder how it happened 

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" 

Here I am in the flesh 

I'm the funky, funky, funky, funky fresh 

Rhyme authority, rhythm connoisseur, 

Hip-hop liaison, rap ambassador 

Do the daring, the king of the cut 

The prince of poetry and all that stuff 

Sexy, sexy, making the honeys yell 

Girlies passin' out, ah, well 

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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 

Opportunity to rap 

Then I set my goals and then I shot for 

What I do best, funny, to hell with hardcore 

Photos 

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 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

Get wicked 

Yo, I'm all that 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

Get wicked 

Get up, get down, get funky, get loose 

I'm the best show and I got proof 

In the past there was those that kid doubted 

But now I'm back and there's no doubt about it 

The writing is on the wall 

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, deba, deba, there might be 

Someone like me somewhere to just not here 

Where the hell they at, who cares? 

'Cause y'all 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 

You could 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 

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 you're 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 and set my sights on 

Making a record that people thought was the hype 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'ma rhyme through your radio, words like Drano 

A Porsche 911 and I don't stall, Jack 

Yo, we all that 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo 

All that you'll see, yo