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I'm Outstanding Remix
Shaq
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I was born 3-6-72
I think it's on a Wednesday
Hail to the moon, just like Kunta Kinte
That means I'm blessed from the get-go
Moms you never let go
Dad thanks for raising me right bro
You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense
Didn't live in Bel-Air like the Fresh Prince
Times were hard, times were rough
Didn't have Toys 'R' Us toys but I had enough love
Plus the guidance from above
To go to the park, sweat, push and shove
Made it in before dark like you told me
Didn't do it a few times, dad had to scold me
Prayed for my safety, I know how you was feeling
Didn't want me wheeling or into drug dealing
Remember when you asked me this one day
Who I wanna be, like I said, Dr. J
Then you said good, now you gotta go
Take the damn ball and slam it through the hole
Mom cracked a smile, daddy gave a frown
I said to myself I can't let them down
So make way, I'm coming in for a landing
Nothing's gonna stop me, from being outstanding
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Now let's skip to the time when I was 15
Shaq is in the house, yo Shaq is on the scene
Now my name's in papers, girls caught the vapors
Kids look up to me like a skyscraper
Now a role model, I mean a role figure
Then I ask myself, can I get any bigger
My dreams coming true, but coming true slowly
Then I remember what mom and dad told me
Remember this son, you are the one
Shoot your gift like a gun
And never forget where you come from
You're young, gifted and black
If they can't say Shaquille O'Neal, they make 'em scream Shaq
Like the fans do in the stands too
When I freak the funk on the dunk they ah, ooh
From high school to college
You're gaining up knowledge
First round pick and now it's
Time for me to fulfill my dream
To be in the league and slam like Hakeem
I make the backboard shatter, fans chit-chatter
Even make the other centers get madder
At me, who can it be
The master of disaster, seven-foot-three
Brother, ain't no other in the nation
I'm born from my mother but I'm God's creation
I'm outstanding
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'Cause now I'm outstanding, wave your hands and pump your fists
When I'm on the court, you hear a strictness swish
'Cause there's some things that I gotta do
Tape up the ankle, pump up my Shaq shoe
And now it's time to take care of business
To run up and down the court with Nick and Dennis
Scott, but I won't stop
Gotta keep striving until I reach the top
Gonna take a peek, over the mountain
I flow like a fountain
Peace, I gotta go and I'm out chea
But before I go, wave your hands
Peace to all my family, friends and fans
I'm outstanding
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I'm outstanding
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I'm outstanding
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I'm outstanding
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