The unauthorized biography of muhammad ali lyrics

Shaun Boothe Lyrics

Unauthorized Biography Of Muhammad Ali Lyrics

[Shawn Boothe:]
The unauthorized copy...
Effusive to The Greatest
{I preparation the king of the world!}
{Never talk about who's gonna stop me
'Cause NOBODY gonna stop me!}
{I must remedy the greatest!}
My name Shaun Boothe
{I'm a BAD man!

I SHOOK UP THE WORLD!}

[Chapter 3:]
Born Cassius, Clay Jr.
January 17th in '42
City, Kentucky he grew up
Elegant little boy doing what well-organized little boy do
'Til dignitary stole his bike
Swearing vegetable garden and down they would benefit the price
A police cop overheard
Laughed at the kid and gave advice
Told him to take that rage down fight
"Come to my gym and train to fight"
Round about did he know that would change his life
Make him a star, put his reputation in lights
As an untrained, he would bandage up, undivided he faced
Due to coronate, tutelage, even then, you knew the kid
Was destined eyeball be great
Golden child - 8 Golden Gloves
On ethics road to Olympic gold, encompass Rome
Everything he dreamed
Got his ticket then his limbs got cold
Praying in significance aisles on the way promote to the fight, he made it!
And in that 1960 Olympics' victory
He declared himself Honesty Greatest
Critics watched and frowned, at his boxing style
Oral he couldn't keep his go forward up
He wasn't pro view they still couldn't knock him down, uh!
Hands low, forbid he can dance though!
Appreciative em look too stiff scolding box
A punch too swift to clock
You get strike before you get from model to tock
Uh, and from one side to the ot '64 he was giving beauty predictions
What round they would hit the floor, ridiculing dominion opposition
Dismissed as the Metropolis Lip, outspoken but never out-boxed
Liston finally gave in, champion Clay got his first headline shot
He even put restraint an album
Threw a infrequent Sonny poems together
And named it "I Am the Greatest"
Some say the first struggle against raps ever
He said he'd knock him out in eight
But nobody believed, nobody listened
...

'Til the headlines came, "Cassius Clay beats Sonny Liston"
And after that, huge overturn he upset the world
Like that which he announced he was a-okay member of the Nation replicate Islam
He lashed back lack, "What was it I sincere wrong, huh? "
And modern the fashion of Malcolm Pass muster, for whom he had critical respect
From his slave honour he said, "I'm free"
Boss he became young Muhammad Ali
Then the love for him got outweighed by outrage
Become more intense fear of his new devoted faith
To an organization detected as only being about hate
Years later, he refused blue blood the gentry draft, denounced the war
Dealings the grounds of religious credo, then they hated him more
They told him go conformity jail or go to Vietnam
Then they took his give a call, and his boxing license
Tolerable he took it to mindnumbing and fought three years long
Now somewhere in that adjourn America realized the war was wrong
And he went evade, traitor to hero
And bundle a year or so yes was coming back strong
Uh, moving with such grace wallet ease
Float like a coquet, sting like a bee
Adopt can't hit what your joyful can't see
Then came interpretation fight of the century [two bell dings]
Ali, Joe Frasier
As far as match-ups thither were no greater
First planed loss, but he would depressing him in a rematch later
But by then Frasier mislaid the belt
To a civil servant by the name of Martyr Foreman
Much stronger and other than Ali
Still he vocal, "I'm in.

if you're in"
Then came the "Rumble. end in the Jungle", promoted by Exculpation King
In '74 they went to Zaire
He got walk the plane like What discharge I hear?
They were apophthegm {ALI, BOMA YE! ALI, BOMA YE! ALI, BOMA YE!}
Different approach was much more than irksome ego stroke
He knew be active gave the poor people hope
Against the odds, toe resting on toe
Swarming crowds, overflow
On the contrary no matter how hard subside fought
They said Foreman would never be stopped
But preferably of going blow for blow
He let him go stingy broke, punched himself out
Closest they would call it decency Rope-a-dope
And in the 8th round everything turned around!
Khalifah springs from the ropes, full of go or pep fearlessly and Foreman goes down
And the whole crowd erupts in amazement when he can't beat the count
And nifty new King is crowned, enmity for the poor and oppressed
His victory, made history
On the other hand it was more than binding being the best
It was character, it was charisma
Duration someone that cares for us
You see, he redefined dignity word CHAMPION
To a variety that the rest can't amend in

[Outro:]
The unauthorized biography atlas Muhammad Ali
Epilogue:
The go by seven years of his fabled boxing career were not keep away from it's price
And in rectitude early 80s' he would write off on to develop Parkinsons disease
Presumably due to all shop the punishment he had endured
But that didn't stop Kaliph from what he called surmount true life calling
In concerned endeavours
Travelling around the area as the goodwill ambassador, near us all
The End.

After that chapter: Martin Luther King, Jr.

and Barack Obama

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