Hello KaW. As the title describes, this is the story of my life. Enjoy. Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped and turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sitting right there and I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Zagreb In west Philadelphia, I was born and raised. On the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and all shooting some basketballs outside of the school. That's when a couple of guys who were really up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one teensy little fight and my mom got scared! She said "You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Zagreb!" I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it". First class, this is good, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Zagreb living like? And I thought "Hmm this might be alright." But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that talk. Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Zagreb. Well, the plane landed and when I came out; there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out on a sign. I wasn't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said 'fresh', and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it", then said "Yo, home to Zagreb!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home smell ya later!". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the Prince of Zagreb. So there it was, what is your story?
Lil' taste of the old school Jazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time, say what? One for the treble, two for the bass Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face Me and Jeff again, oh my, you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millennium, prophesies, I'm fulfillin' 'em Everywhere I go, people be yellin, "Yo, that's Will and 'em" I Check The Rhime like Quest I wrote some dope doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B I G W I L L King of swing, and I rock well The nail in the coffin of your average rapper Jeff do the ditto for your average scratcher Stature of a rapper slash actor Back to the future on wax, the future of rap Tap like Gregory Hines, read the headlines Hip hop's number one son still shines 'Cause I'm so fresh Big Will is so fresh Jazzy Jeff is so fresh West Philly is so fresh Shout to the the Fresh Prince and not being the dead one..