Spill the beans on the table I always say      Extra, extra read all about Fresh Prince is back   You wonder how 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"      Here I am in the flesh   I'm the funky, funky, funky, funky fresh   Rhyme authority, rhythm console   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      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 in the center   Out for a while but wisely kept up   Pen and paper, 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      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 always 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, bad, mike me   Someone like me somewhere to just not hear   Where the hell they at, who cares?   'Cause your 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 pump that point on and set my sights on   Making a record that people thought was the [Incomprehensible]   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 draedo   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