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Let me get you some help Truman
You're not well
Why do you want to have a baby with me
You can't stand me
That's not true
Why don't you let me fix

If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle

pantomimes am no Michael Jackson fan
I can't read palms but such I have I give u in the name of Jesus Christ 
She asked what changed I said the currency 
I

entertainer, but I ain't
Michael Jackson was that. I got all that. But they gone

So I'm telling you in life, you start running from a class,
You start running

feel like Micheal Jackson with the bricks got it (Off The Wall) told my lil cousin (NBA) we gone forever (ball) all the times i need you by my side

Michael Jackson
Two bands for a show, get it right now before I'm taxing
The way that I've been pushing all this weight you think I'm maxing

This gon' be

feeling in a way me I got no reaction
Trynna break me down can't get no satisfaction
I'm Moon walking talking to the moon Michael Jackson

Imma run it up

Yabadabadoo

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

you can't have a party without a large Bacardu 

You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati 

A hundred million women want to Tone up their

watched you behind that pillar
You could scare Michael Jackson with your looks, you're a thriller
You ease my illness in the sheets, you're my sensual

still that nigga
Nigga, you survived, you still gettin' bigger
Nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's

Give em hell
When you needed help
You was by yourself
And now you got attached
Everything they said was coming
Never coming back
And I know you can't

niggas can’t kill us 
Micheal Jackson thriller 
All ma niggas killers 
Rich ass nigga 
I make six figures 
You a bitch ass nigga 
I’m a rich ass nigga 
I

This is for all my niggas that been feeling low lately, for all my niggas that been heartbroken
By a bitch
We don't need them bitches nigga, all you

in you
See me now, see me now
See me walking with you
Got me covered by the blood
See me different in you

I had to draw the line with the devil, had

you on ice like a zamboni, the meth kills 

Damn homie, aura fishy as anchovies 
Back where I'm from they pack a drum, like band roadies
Official genius

come cop you a pack
Yeah ain't going out sad
Cause while they was adding
I was just adding
Yeah done fucked me a bitch
That know that she bad
Michael

Gotta win a ring
Gotta protect my peace 
U can't have my energy 

Nooo. gotta keep a fuck nigga from round me dawg
(noo) You can't have my energy
I don't

Make the Music With Your Mouth, Biz

DJ Nabs

In the Lab with DJ Nabs - The Live Album

1998

in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous

the clip like one,two,three
If she by my side you can't fuck with me
She always ride stay tucked with me
I love Whitney she loves me
Empty the clip like

and nas
See I didn't see the pigment cause I still loved Michael Jackson whether he was black or White
See as a kid I loved my face in the mirror  before I

that kinda time
I ain't paid a dime for time but
Time and time again, you win, and I can't pay the fine, alright

Anyway, Que pasa with

studied texts written by John Jackson
All about the Black African ancient spaces we inhabited
Chains rattling, I broke away and waged a battle
Spit the war

Socrates and Nas
See I didn't see the pigment, cause I still love Michael Jackson

Whether he was black or white, see as a kid I loved my face in the mirror

pockets on my jeans
Michael Jackson, lean, VVS Billie Jean
Got the strap, strapped up like Marine

Do you fuck wit me or with the opps, ain't no in-between