I don’t brag, no need to boast, It ain’t Braggadosh ya see—yes, I’m better than—I’m better than most. I didn’t mean to stutter when I said that, But what’s better than a double dose When the race seems close? We here, we now, we stand, Proud when the crown gets loud—so here we go, Face opposition, face your foe, Whatever obstacle, we stand head to head, Or run neck and nose, breaking ankles, knees, and toes. If the scoreboard tied—and only one shot, Just swing for the fences, And give it all you got. Photo finish, break the backboard, No need to break—keep moving forward. There’s no terrain on Earth: air, land, sea, or Great Lakes That can handle my range when I drive through. Moreover—the land beneath my feet quakes. Needa catch that home run with the Mars Rover! Bull’s-eye! Little green dudes, I— Broke a headlight. So you better train with all your heart and all your might, Whatever you do, try to have fun— Earn the number two, ’cause I already won. Never gonna tie-son. Always ready when the fight’s on, Night after night, Knocking those lights—out you might— Might wanna bob and weave, Or get coldcocked and wheeze When you see— Gonna have you weak in the knees. Ain’t nobody got aim like me. Guess again if you think you got game like me. Pump your brakes if you think you can— Never play like me. Better start trying to pump your sneaks, chanting “make me like Mike.” And if I were you, I’d pack the UV screen, Know you’ll be—out in the heat. Dry in the sun— It’ll be an early day if it’s U V. Me.
