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The Cooldown Experience: George Michael Vs. Michael Jackson (The Sunset Lounge Orchestra) · The Very Best of Michael Jackson with the Jackson 5 (The Jackson 5) · Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5 (The Jackson 5) · The Very Best of Michael Jackson With the Jackson 5 (The Jackson 5) · The Best of Michael Jackson & The Jackson Five (The Jackson 5) · Lullaby Versions of Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five (Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star) · Hiroshi Fujiwara & K.U.D.O. Presents: Michael Jackson/Jackson 5 Remixes (The Jackson 5) · Hiroshi Fujiwara & K.U.D.O. Presents: Michael Jackson/Jackson 5 Remixes (The Jackson 5) · The Very Best of Michael Jackson with the Jackson 5 (The Jackson 5) · Vocal Group Magic: Vocal Groups From The Golden Era of 40's Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I
like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson
A million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!
Michael Jackson
One million dollars
You feel me?
Holler!

These rap dads is
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart

(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my
like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" (Do you remember?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin cause you sure can't rhyme

(Big up, big up!)
yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd
I packs em, _In the Closet_ like Michael Jackson
And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin
So catch it,
with me if you want to eat
'Cause I'll do your little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yea homie, in New York niggas like your vocals
But that's only New
Man
Michael Jackson
Smooth Criminal
That's The Man
Mike's So Relaxed
Mingle Mingle Jingle
In The Jungle
Bum Rushed The Door
3 And 4's In
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Now all of a sudden the honies they want to give me rhythm 
Well I'm a hit it, but still I show no pity 
So I hope you don't think you gonna be in my
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
the baddest doesn't matter when your life is had 
So let Michael Jackson be Bad
No time to devestate, we gotta elevate 
To a higher level.. than dancin with
through
You gotta give me more props than a Motown revue
And if you thinkin' this groove would ever come to an end
Hah, not from a hair off my chinny
the kitchen
Your mixing and reality kicks in
Smoking to calm my nerves and settle me down
It feels like I'm in a crystal maze
Somebody give Richard crystal
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
[Michael Jackson:]
"Did I leave your mind when I was gone
It's not my thing trying to get back
But this time, let me tell you where I'm at"
you,
Give him constant satisfaction,
Suckin' more dick than Latoya Jackson.
Her father even raped her too, that's another one,
Matter of fact, I think
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms.
I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There
ya like a ba-by
You got me thinkin' about ya, dreaming 'bout ya
Crazy!
What you wanna do do do?
It's just me and you, you, you
What ya doin?

In
love you so much, oh
You curse my name
In spite, to put me to shame
Air all my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still
that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen niggas your type twice before
I'm in that
mind skatin' through space and time

Vibratin' through the bass lines that stun man kind
Reclined in the leather seat the cassette blasts
Vocals that