| Here he comes, he can rock
|
| He can break dance and he can pop
|
| He can rap, he can act
|
| & if it comes down to it, he can scrap
|
| Hey there… here comes Big Will again
|
| Here I come ya’ll, here I come ya’ll
|
| Watch yo' back ya’ll, here I come ya’ll
|
| For years I been tryin to rip rhymes & get mine
|
| Spit lines, hot like lava this time
|
| I don’t got a sitcom to bother with
|
| Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits
|
| I’m contemplating each statement’s wit
|
| & I’m concentrating on making hits
|
| & I’m fittin' em line by line
|
| Teeth I grit & I’m tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
|
| I’m dreamin' about ya’ll gleamin, doubt
|
| «He's back from actin, he’s screaming out
|
| how he practiced rap & now he’s devout
|
| every album track packs what he’s about
|
| In the past he passed with passion, old fashioned»
|
| Boldly mashing, totally crashing
|
| Words up in a disorderly fashion
|
| But back to the lab & guess what happened, KABOOM!
|
| (ooh wee!) «Dude's resilient!"Fresh Prince was hot,
|
| the movies killed him, wait, hold up, stop! |
| You can rebuild him
|
| lock him back in hip hop while Dude’s not filming
|
| shock by the film & the TV money, went from scenes with Uncle Phil
|
| to scenes with Sonny, so hard to break free from a guaranteed 20
|
| but its done, so come see the MC, honey!
|
| Everytime he touch the mic, he closes his eyes and he hope to shine
|
| Then like a streak of light, they’d show his name, they’d be like, Aaahhh!
|
| … hey there, here comes Big Will again
|
| …here comes Big Will again
|
| …here comes Big Will again!!! |