Here he comes, he can rock

He can break dance and he can pop

He can rap, he can act

& if it comes down to it, he can scrap

Hey there... here comes Big Will again

Here I come ya'll, here I come ya'll

Watch yo' back ya'll, here I come ya'll

For years I been tryin to rip rhymes & get mine

Spit lines, hot like lava this time

I don't got a sitcom to bother with

Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits

I'm contemplating each statement's wit

& I'm concentrating on making hits

& I'm fittin' em line by line

Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme

I'm dreamin' about ya'll gleamin, doubt

"He's back from actin, he's screaming out

how he practiced rap & now he's devout

every album track packs what he's about

In the past he passed with passion, old fashioned"

Boldly mashing, totally crashing

Words up in a disorderly fashion

But back to the lab & guess what happened, KABOOM!

(ooh wee!) "Dude's resilient!" Fresh Prince was hot,

the movies killed him, wait, hold up, stop! You can rebuild him

lock him back in hip hop while Dude's not filming

shock by the film & the TV money, went from scenes with Uncle Phil

to scenes with Sonny, so hard to break free from a guaranteed 20

but its done, so come see the MC, honey!

Here he comes, he can rock

He can break dance and he can pop

He can rap, he can act

& if it comes down to it, he can scrap

Hey there... here comes Big Will again

Everytime he touch the mic, he closes his eyes and he hope to shine

Then like a streak of light, they'd show his name, they'd be like, Aaahhh!

... hey there, here comes Big Will again

.....here comes Big Will again

.....here comes Big Will again!!!