[Intro — whispered, cute and playful] Mew… Mew… You two are fighting over number one? That’s adorable. Let Mommy show you where you came from. [Beat Drop] [Verse 1] Before the badges, before the fame, Before Professor Oak ever gave you a name, Before the Pokédex numbered the crew, There was one little heartbeat— Mew! Bulbasaur bragging ’cause his page comes first, But a number in a book doesn’t measure your worth. You’re number one alphabetically assigned— I’m number one genetically designed. Every Pokémon written inside my code, Every claw, every wing, every battle mode. I’m the ancient secret that the jungle concealed, So rare that the world wasn’t sure I was real. You were sitting in a lab getting picked by a kid, I was hiding from the planet ’cause I do what I wish. Tiny pink legend, floating out of your view— Your story starts at one, But it starts with Mew! [Chorus] I’m the one, the one, the original one, Floating through the moonlight, playing just for fun. Cute little voice, but the battle gets cruel— Every Pokémon carries a piece of Mew! I’m the source, the spark, the ancient design, One-five-one, but the first of my kind. You can keep your fame and your Pokédex queue— There’s number one… And then there’s Mew! [Mew vocalization] Mew-mew! Catch me if you can! [Laughing] [Verse 2 — Pikachu Diss] Pikachu, mascot with the rosy-red cheeks, Selling lunch boxes, hats and bedsheets. You’re popular, sure—congratulations, yellow, But without Ash beside you, you’re a nervous little fellow. “Pika-pika!”—yeah, the audience screams, But fame isn’t power; it’s a marketing scheme. You’re shocking little birds, I’m rewriting the fight, Then I vanish from your vision like a dream in the night. Your Thunderbolt’s cute, but I’ve learned that trick too, There’s a whole world of techniques available to Mew. Psychic in your head before your sparks even fly— I’ll turn your greatest attack to a lullaby. You need a thunderstone just to reach your next phase, I need nothing but a giggle and a pink little gaze. You’re the face of the franchise, I’ll give you your due— But the face can’t compete with the original Mew. [Chorus] I’m the one, the one, the original one, Floating through the moonlight, playing just for fun. Cute little voice, but the battle gets cruel— Every Pokémon carries a piece of Mew! I’m the source, the spark, the ancient design, One-five-one, but the first of my kind. You can keep your fame and your Pokédex queue— There’s number one… And then there’s Mew! [Verse 3 — Bulbasaur Diss] Bulbasaur, number one—at the front of the list, But don’t confuse placement with a primordial gift. Little cabbage-back starter, sit down in the soil, I’ve seen whole species rise while your leaves start to spoil. You’ve got vines? That’s nice. I don’t need a bouquet. I can float out of reach and just Psychic away. You need sunlight and water just to keep yourself fed, I can make myself invisible and dance overhead. You’re Grass and you’re Poison, an impressive debut, But those types and that body came encoded in Mew. So before you start claiming you’re the first of them all, Remember who provided the blueprint you draw. You’re the first in the index, I’ll let you believe— Like the first little sprout is the first ever seed. But long before your flower ever opened or grew, Life whispered one name— Mew. [Bridge — beat becomes eerie and cinematic] They searched through the mountains, The rivers and trees. A mythical shadow No trainer could seize. Then science found an echo And called it Mewtwo… But even your strongest sequel Couldn’t exist without Mew. [Final Verse — faster, confident flow] I’m ancestor energy, mystery wrapped, A playful little goddess on a boom-bap track. I don’t need heavy armor, don’t need claws or a blade, I’m the reason all your battle combinations were made. Transform your whole style, turn your strength to my own, Then erase every thought of you taking my throne. From Kanto to the regions that appeared afterward, My DNA’s the language of the Pokémon world. Pikachu has the spotlight, Bulbasaur has the page, But Mew has the bloodline, the myth and the age. One is your number, but here is the truth: You can’t be the original When I’m inside you. [Final Chorus — crowd chants “Mew!”] I’m the one! (Mew!) The original one! (Mew!) Cute as a kitten, but you’d better not run! Every move, every type, every old and new— The whole world echoes with the spirit of Mew! I’m the source! (Mew!) The ancient design! (Mew!) One-five-one, but the first of my kind! You can keep your fame and your Pokédex queue— Bow to the blueprint— The number one Mew! [Outro — music stops, cute voice] Aww… Did I win? Mew-mew! [Small giggle] Of course I did.
