Muhammad Ali (born Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr.; January 17, 1942) is an American former professional boxer, philanthropist and social activist. Considered a cultural icon, Ali was both idolized and vilified.
Originally known as Cassius Clay, Ali changed his name after joining the Nation of Islam in 1964, subsequently converting to Sunni Islam in 1975, and more recently practicing Sufism.[clarification needed] In 1967, three years after Ali had won the World Heavyweight Championship, he was publicly vilified for his refusal to be conscripted into the U.S. military, based on his religious beliefs and opposition to the Vietnam War. Ali stated, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong... No Viet Cong ever called me nigger" – one of the more telling remarks of the era.
Widespread protests against the Vietnam War had not yet begun, but with that one phrase, Ali articulated the reason to oppose the war for a generation of young Americans, and his words served as a touchstone for the racial and antiwar upheavals that would rock the 1960s. Ali's example inspired Martin Luther King Jr. – who had been reluctant to alienate the Johnson Administration and its support of the civil rights agenda – to voice his own opposition to the war for the first time.
"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 things"
I see your face in front of me, still grainy
From that old black'n'white TV
My whole family silent,
Watchin' you shape destiny witcha two hands
Faster than the eye could see...
Mesmerising
Y'Know what? Skinny lickle me, started to strut.
Ten years old, suddenly bold,
'Cos I resolved to live like my hero in the ring...
Be smart, never give an inch, no retreating
An I racked up, respect from teachers, rednecks
And creatures who attack in a pack like insects.
Never, seen the like, not before or since,
A young prince an I remain convinced of his invincibility,
Athletic agility, virility, still a free spirit.
Forever through eternity, stingin' like a bee...
Muhammad Ali.
I want you to know
Your are the o-riginal
I want you to know
Your are the o-riginal
I want you to know
Your are the o-riginal
Your achievements defy belief,
From the belly of the beast
Risin' like yeast yo, my relief from low self-esteem
Came when I saw you rappin' on my TV screen, float.
Like a butterfly that describe my walk to school.
After fight night, I felt so cool
Cos' I was the greatest too.
Love of self born simply out of love for you
An I knew someday people'll love me too
None of the hecklin about my black skin got through.
I woulda walked barefoot through hell for you
It's how I felt back then an I still do so will you
Accept these humble words of praise.
And my gratitude for those glorious days
And meritorious ways instilled in a young mind
Skills sublime,
Yours to mine.
I want you to know
Your are the o-riginal
I want you to know
Your are the o-riginal
I want you to know
You gotta want it, really want it,
Gonna paint a picture
So vivid in colour
You'll wanna buy another
You'll wanna buy another
Who feels history?
Who needs history?
You know it's all right, do your thing
I guess it's time for you to spread your wings
Yeah it's all right, do my thing
Guess it's time for you to spread your wings
Spread your wings
Spread your wings
If I showed you a way girl
And then a break together
I know the feelings I'm showing
I know where I'll be
And you'll be my witness, my lover and prophet
Who feels history?
Who is history?
Yes it's all right to do my thing
Guess it's time for you to spread your wings
Yes it's all right to do my thing (all right to do my thing)
I guess it's time for you to spread your wings (I gonna spread your wings)
Spread your wings
Give me, give me, give me
Give me the good love, good love, good love
Give me the good love, good love, good love
Give me the good love, good love, good love
You're trying to haunt me
We're slowly rotting
You know fifty-thousand die in one day
Stone-age, stone
Who feels history?
Who hears history?
Yes it's alright, to do my thing
Guess it's time for you to spread your wings
Yes it's alright to do my thing
I guess it's time for you to spread your wings
Yes it's alright, to do your thing (all right to do my thing)
Guess it's time for you to spread your wings (time to spread your wings)
Yes it's alright to do my thing (all right to do my thing)
I guess it's time for you to spread your wings (time for you to spread your wings)
Good love, good love, good love
Yeah spread your (good love, good love)
Yeah spread your wings (good love, good love)
Do my. (good love, good love)
Yes it's all right (good love, good love)
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Mi piace avere gentili pensieri
mi piace avere cattivi pensieri
mi piace parlare mi piace stare zitto
mi piace ascoltare mi piace il silenzio
mi piace buttare fuori le cose correndo
mi piace buttare dentro le cose bevendo
mi piace uscire dalle cose fumando
mi piace entrare nel tuo corpo strisciando
mi piace sentire i rumori che ho intorno
mi piace ascoltare i rumori di dentro
........mi piaccio contento e a volte lo sono
mi piace essere triste mi rende sereno
mi piace cantare pensandoti nuda
mi piace cantare pensandoti cruda
.......tutto questo mi piace mi piace cosi'
mi piace la notte...... per stare sveglio
mi piace la notte per stare sveglio
mi piace il giorno per stare sveglio
un'altra notte per stare sveglio
e il terzo giorno morire di sonno
mi piace amare mi piace amare
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mi piace amare mi piace amare..
mi piace amare mi piace amare
....tutto questo mi piace mi piace cosi'
....SOLTANTO UN GIORNO vorrei avere il destro
il pugno
la fede
il sogno
la corsa.
il fiato
le gambe
la forza
From Louisville Kentucky name of Cassius Clay
Fought my way out to see another day
Seven to one odds against ol' Sonny Liston
Took my title from me but I kept on my mission
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
You know you've got me dancing
I'm the champion of the ring
You know my name
Is Muhammad Ali
No George Foreman ever called me a quitter
No Viet Cong ever called me a nigger
Threw my gold medal in the Ohio river
I won for the land of the free. Bumaye
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
You know you've got me dancing
I'm the champion of the ring
You know my name
Is Muhammad Ali
Yes my mind is free and all your love I'll never forget
Yes in time you'll see
I am the most beautiful
I am the most beautiful fighter yet
I know my destination and I know the truth
Yes I am the Louisville Lip that you've been talking to
All my life I've been dancing, like a rooster I will sing
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
You know you've got me dancing
I'm the world champion of the ring
You know my name