Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth

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We have

# Say what?

# A whole lot

of superstars #

# On this stage

here tonight #

# But I want y'all

to know one thing #

# This is my house

# And when I say,

"Whose house?" #

# Y'all know

what time it is #

# Whose house?

# Run's house

# Once again, my friend,

not a trend for then #

# They said rap was crap,

but never had this band #

# Till the ruler came

with a cooler name #

# Made you dance and prance

and drove the fans insane #

# Name is Run, my son,

number one for fun #

# Not a gun that's done

and get done by none #

# The other act, in fact,

is just whack I kill #

- # Why? - # It's fun, my son,

and Run heads the bill #

# Whose house?

# Run's house.

( people cheering )

( music playing )

( applause )

Nat King Cole:

# There was a boy

# A very strange,

enchanted boy #

# They say he wandered

very far #

# Very far

# Over land and sea

# A little shy

# And sad of eye

# But very wise

# Was he

# And then one day

# A magic day

he passed my way #

# And while we spoke

of many things #

# Fools and kings

# This he said to me

# The greatest thing

# You'll ever learn

# Is just to love

# And be loved

# In return.

( strobes popping )

Thank you for coming out tonight

and welcome to my living room.

( applause )

This is gonna be

interesting.

This is gonna be a fun night,

I can see.

I know many of you

are probably wondering,

"What the hell

is Mike Tyson gonna do

up here onstage

tonight," right?

And, frankly, I'm wondering

the same thing, too.

As you know, the name of my

show is "The Undisputed Truth. "

I personally wanted

to name it

"Boxing, B*tches,

and Lawsuits... Plus a Baby. "

You know?

But my wife and attorney,

they absolutely freaked

and I couldn't go

that way.

But, you know,

life is great.

You know, I really

can't complain these days.

I'm just very grateful that

life has come full circle for me.

Many of you may remember

I'm the guy

that used to knock motherfuckers

out in less than 30 seconds.

( cheering )

Thank you.

And I'll knock a motherf***er

out tonight, too,

if sh*t get out of...

I'm kidding.

No, I'm domesticated now

with kids.

Lawsuits.

But now I'm here in New

York City. My hometown.

At the Imperial Theatre

to entertain you all.

I actually did my show here on

Broadway last summer for the first time.

Many people thought this was my

first time on Broadway, but it wasn't.

I actually got arrested on

this same block right here.

Many years ago, though.

Many years ago.

I like to say that arrest was one

of those defining moments for me.

If I hadn't gotten arrested

on that particular night,

I wouldn't have went to that

Spofford Juvenile Detention Center.

And if I never went

to that detention center,

I would never have

met my mentor.

If I never met my mentor,

of course,

I would never have been the

youngest heavyweight champion

- in the history of boxing.

- ( cheering )

That's true.

So I really have to thank

that really nice New York City

police officer

that was kind enough to arrest that

badass black kid from Brooklyn, of course.

But New York

has changed a lot, huh?

Especially this whole

Broadway-Times Square area.

Like Disney World

up in this motherf***er.

I remember when

it looked like a war zone

for drug addicts, pimps,

and prostitutes.

You know, Koch was the mayor

then, of course.

And I couldn't walk down

the street

without a pervert

flashing his dick at me

or somebody trying

to sell me something.

Wanted that sh*t

and didn't even buy.

And this neighborhood

became a prime robbing location

for me

and my Brownsville crew.

Brownsville's in this house.

I know they have to be.

( cheering )

That'd be f***ing

real, huh?

I did this show so you'd better

understand me, of course.

In my own words.

You may have seen

that documentary I did

with my good friend

Jim Toback, "Tyson. "

We won a few awards and we kicked

ass at the Cannes Film Festival.

But to be honest, that was

some real dark sh*t, right?

I was filming it straight out

of rehab, so what did you expect?

I still had that stuff

in my system

and I'm coming at you

full speed ahead.

But tonight, I'm promising

to be a lot lighter,

like my personality

these days.

And, listen,

all jokes aside,

I don't know what you're gonna take

away from this experience tonight,

but to simply put it,

this is my story.

My mistakes, my heartaches,

my joy, my sorrow,

my gift, my life,

my undisputed truth.

Let's get this popping.

- ( music playing )

- ( cheering )

This is fun.

We got Red Hook up there.

Brooklyn Heights.

Carroll Gardens.

But this is where

it all started right here,

June 30, 1966,

the day I was born

in Cumberland Hospital in the

republic of Brooklyn, New York.

It's the same hospital where ballers

Bernard and Albert King were born,

and the legendary Michael

Jordan. Right here.

In Fort Greene.

Oh, f***.

This is f***ed up.

This is supposed to be

me and my mother up here.

Listen, come on,

there's no baby pictures

of Mike Tyson floating around,

but God damn, Spike.

You couldn't find a picture

of a nice black mother

holding a child?

That's really f***ed.

I'm taking it

on the chin, guys, okay?

Wow.

This is much better.

This is where

it really begun.

Right here with this woman,

my mother, Lorna May Tyson.

( cheering )

A simple Southern woman from the

Charlottesville, Virginia, area

that moved up north and

tried to live out her dreams

that never came to form.

I was the youngest

of three children.

My brother Rodney

and my sister Denise,

they were more

like my mother.

I always felt like the

odd guy, the black sheep.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

And this guy right here,

this is my father

Curly Lee Kirkpatrick.

Wait a minute.

Now, if Curly Kirkpatrick

is supposed to be my father,

then who the f*** is this

dude on my birth certificate?

This is where the sh*t

gets really tricky, right?

So...

listen to this.

My mom said Curly's my dad,

but Percel f***ing Tyson

is on the birth certificate.

How did this happen?

No wonder I'm so f***ed up.

Here's the early proof.

I'm still not sure who the hell

my father really is.

Curly was the pimp.

You know, Percel was the humble

Jamaican cab driver.

A sucker.

I so desperately wanted to be

the son of the pimp

because in my neighborhood of

Brownsville, that carries weight.

So if Curly really wasn't

my father,

him and my mother

must have made some deal

that once a year

you come around

and show your manhood,

show fatherhood.

And this is what he'd do.

He'd come around.

He always had a nice

Cadillac, of course.

And he'd come around,

beep the horn.

Boop, boop.

"Oh, God, Daddy's downstairs.

Look at his car, Daddy. "

"Get down here,

you little motherfuckers!"

And so, of course, we'd get

in the car happy, excited,

thinking we're gonna go

to some exotic place

like Coney Island.

Or Bear Mountain.

But, you know, that was some good

sh*t when you're broke back in the day.

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