Tekster: Faithless. Muhammed Ali.

If all you keep hearing it so long, you will see me as a super star
And you'll have time to waste with your minions and tink

I see your face in front of me
Still grainy from that old black and white TV
My whole family silenced
Watching you shape destiny with your two hands
Faster than the eye can see, mesmerizing

You know what? Skinny little me started to struggle
Ten years old, suddenly bold
'Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring
Be smart never give an inch

No retreat until when I'm wrapped up
Respect from teachers, Red Necks
And creatures who attack in a pack

Like insects, never seen the light, not before or since a young prince
And I remain convinced of his invincibility, athletic agility, virility
Seen your free spirit forever through eternity
Stings like a bee, Mr.Mohammed Ali

I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original

Your achievements defy belief from the belly of the beast
Rising like yeast, my release from low self esteem

Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen

Float like a butterfly that describes my walk to school
After fight night, I felt so cool 'cause I was the greatest too
Love myself, born slippy, outta love for you

And I knew that someday people would love me too
None of that heckling about my black skin got through
I would walk bare foot through hell for you
It was how I felt back then I would still do for you

So accept these humble words of praise
And my gratitude for those glorious days
And your victorious ways, instilled in the young mind
Skill, sublime yours to mine

I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I, I, I

I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original
I want you to know you're the original