Being the Man - Mark Allen & Company & Tommy Tutone

The first round goes, we go to blows, I'm the Spider-Man nobody knows, But the spider conceals the truth. The spectums raise your ringside days, I've been in love with you for a million days, But the fighter conceals his wounds. I'm in love with you but I fight the urge. Muhammad Ali makes a third round surge, And the audience can see the truth. His punches land I can hardly stand, I've got the power of a spider but the heart of a man, But the power is in the truth. Honesty can kill the spider, Muhammad Ali feels the same, The audience can give you power, And I hear them call my name (Here comes the Spider-Man), Hear them call my name (Does whatever a spider can). I hear them call my name (Here comes the Spider-Man), Hear them call my name (Does whatever a spider can). At the seventh round you make a sound, Muhammad Ali only knocks me down, He whispered to tell the truth. I say 'I'm in love with you' at the knock out count, The audience cheers as the champ wins out, But now you know the truth. Honesty can kill the fighter. Muhammad Ali knows the same. Honestly the truth is power, And I hear you call my name (Here comes the Spider-Man), Hear you call my name (Does whatever a spider can). I hear you call my name (Here comes the Spider-Man), Hear you call my name (Does whatever a spider can). I hear you call my name (Here comes the Spider-Man), Hear you call my name (Does whatever a spider can). I hear you call my name, Hear you call my name.

Why you calling me all late I don't want to talk, got a lot on my plate You say that you sorry for the things you did You'll take it all back and you put that on your kids Damn baby why I can't seem to leave you alone Why you have to go and bring this drama in my home All I really ask is that you tell the truth It's all up to you, I'm waiting on the proof, make no excuses Im trying baby but you really not hearing me Im talking to you but you really not listening Im trying baby but you really not hearing me Im talking to you but you really not listening Over and over I tried to be the man that you need Treat you like my baby girl, yeah you were my queen But now it seems to be, that you were playing me Taking all my money but you get nothing for me Dam baby I'm so tired of you playing games You want me open up but say I just complain Sitting there praying for a man but you ain't ready yet I'm bout to leave you in the past cause you remind me to forget. that we (Won't work baby) Oh yeah, this more my speed right here Don't talk Just listen Check For your insecurities you try to blame me All I been is good why try to change me My love locked down I gave you the key Guess you only needed love temporarily You treat me bad you exempt me Then you dare me to leave don't tempt me I Moved On Now you resent me Hmmm How can I put this simply You wanted a man and I showed you a man I forgave you for lies but you did it again Starting fights for no reason you hiding and sneaking The fuck was I thinking forgave you for cheating You was a lil damaged I blessed you with chances Your heart on your sleeve so I had the advantage Let me do what you did I know you wouldn't manage I'm leaving i'm gone bet that ain't how you planned it Hoe Wag Yeah So let me tell y'all bout this one chick She was controlling Had trust issues Made it seem like I was the reason for her being insecure I had to get away from that toxic shit Don't be a fool and let people use you Bless up kings and queens Woah

Listen to the voice of Buddha Saying stop your sericulture Little people like your offspring Boiled alive for some God's stocking Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting Just because the kid's an orphan Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying People don't forget this torture Just because you call her mother Doesn't mean that she's your better Once more with the voice of Buddha He'll say carry on your slaughter Who cares for the little children You may slice with no conviction Blind revenge on a blameless victim Listen to the voice of Buddha Saying stop your sericulture Who cares for the little children You may slice with no conviction Blind revenge on a blameless victim Listen to the voice of Buddha Listen to the voice of Buddha Listen to the voice of Buddha