Im michael jordan in 91/ george foreman witout the gun/ informant w/o the judge/ and a Hornet when im in durham/i poison the serum/ im the preparer and paul is the bearer/ parker like sarah / but you wont hear shakira shakira/ she say mirror mirror/ and it say even witout mascara/ its so unfairer/ that tara wont dare to dare to dare her/ i make it clearer/ dont be a disappearrer/ cuz noone could speak for the reappearrers/ conquered my fears / now they wouldnt see a tear/ to me they weird / thats why i only see the chair/ covered the beard you probably only see the beer/ and ya posse probably gon see you there / Who Mr. Belvedere my nigga im The fresh prince of bel aire/ flyer than a jet of leers/ higher then a step or stairs/ if i tell em fire iron its hell to the yea and my nigga if you aint dieing you left in a chair// just better beware/ cuz it aint settled/ until whoever was there / being stupid helping you scared/ look they shooting you out there maneuvering the mailman droppin mail / and they losin it out there lootin you wish i go hell/ But you act like 12 so if i go to jail its your picture thats all over my cell/ and when i bail/ im not gon take no L/38 special it aint no way to trace the shell/ even in school i had no way to fail the science teacher told my math teacher i could spell / and i exceled now its ysl and my jewerly come straight up outta zails/ and my name ring bells repaint her fingernails you gotta ship around to see my sells i got em skippin town to see my trails and if you stiff around its weed to smell