The man who will whip me will be fast, strong and hasn't been born yet.
To succeed,all I need to do is suffer.
I just give lip service to being the greatest. He was the greatest.
God gave me this illness to remind me that I'm not Number One; He is.
I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong.
I had my style of moving and dancing and whatever I do. What you have to do, is take all the fighters you want and me and rank me where you want. I can't tell you.