Observe the high roller
       Mic controller
       Number one hip-hop son
       call me solar
       Why? cause I shine
       Praise the Big Willie I'm
       Raised in Philly I
       daze and thrillin' ya
       Don't be silly, ya can't see me
       Again I'm killin ya on MTV
       Just get with it my friend(Damn another award)
       Dat kid done did it again(Oh my Lord)
       Da fantastic
       Boombastic
       Gettin' ten times hotter than any you other cats get
       Practice
       You lack this
       I'm the real McCoy
       First with Jeff I was startin
       Then with Martin I'm a Badboy
       See more green than David Bent
       More juice than Tropicana
       You hawkin me like Atlanta
       MC's just flee, they rightfully concerned
       Big Will wants the mic back, it's my turn ta burn
       Verse 2: Will Smith
       I'm back attackin the mic
       Hype like a Viking
       Strikin like a python
       Blaze like Jon
       A hip-hop icon, MC radical
       Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle
       Nine-point-six on the richter
       Kicked her, hands so slickta
       Chicks quickta flip tha
       Bright glance and the tight pants
       for the slight chance, "Big Willie can we get one dance?"
       Why yes you may an', I'm just sayin
       That dress you playin, is A-Okay an
       This is your chance for, at least it could be
       for you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie
       On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion
       Lost my cream once, now I'm stashin cashin
       Countries and currencies, like a true Don
       It's a new time and this time watch me shine
       The way y'all blaze through the days and nights
       How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right
       Whether I'm on stage or in the studio booth
       100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!
       Chorus:
       Y'all know, Can't nobody rock a crowd like me
       She know, Can't nobody make it bounce like me
       He know, Can't nobody get it hot like me
       Y'all know, Y'all need ta stop cause ya can't see me
       Verse 3: Will Smith
       Seven continents I bruise all cruise
       Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes
       Eskimos to Abariginies
       I'll test the flow of the world's MC's
       I'll hit you out the ball park
       You just all talk
       Don't be lookin at my script, you can't play my part
       See I'm a rapper thats an actor
       You act rap with no heart
       The way that I compose those flows like Mozart
       Gets somthin like a symphony, when I'm orchestratin' em
       Ever since the days of me an Jeff at the Paladium
       All my life I've been the cream of the crop
       Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream
       I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it
       Not the Benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo)
       I'm a rhyme regardless of earnin
       Long as my heart keeps yearnin
       I gots ta keep burnin
       Chorus 5x




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