Lyrics:
This is my time, I was given, and I wish people would just listen
Cuase I feel like Michael Jackson and just wana be left alone
Cause you standin' on ma
stuffin and like Michael Jackson
They always be startin somethin'
We bring da pain
With the muthafuckin' choppers in hand
504, Cash Money, droppin' niggas
Mic El Jah Sun
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen,
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Bennit so, I'm not up in it
Windows tinted no, you can't see in it
Kicked her out like Michael Jackson beat it
I Kno that I'm handsome, cocky,
legend, I mean, Michael Jackson (hol' up)
Prince in action, okay, I'm an original, you just a reenactment
Okay, peace sign and flashes
I live that
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
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
marcella can got it
Michael jackson just beat it
Just beat it just beat it
You you're not twenty two
Your heart isn't true
I'm not your sweet boo
In case
inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Originally recorded by Michael Jackson and by 98 Degrees.
Performed in S Club Party 2001 by Jon Lee.
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
to speak, I've been winning on the street
I've been feeling like a Wednesday, surrounded by the week
This strong alone continue, fi di justice weh we seek
where her nigga went
She said your guess is good as mine
Dropped outta school now he run the streets like all the time
Left me alone with this baby I
The only bad album I listen is by Michael Jackson
Nothing but good songs in it common now, play some common
I won't mind a ton of reggae after play some
as much as you motherfuckin' want but)
The art of not fightin' back was brought to us by Christianity
That was given to us by our oppressor
So you
Michael Jackson bad
Criminal
Yeah she's a criminal
Ooo oh oh oh oh
When the clock strikes twelve
She comes out to play
You don't see it coming
When she's
dance in our underwear
We're here vibing to Michael Jackson
Got Jim Carrey on the TV laughing like
Ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha
Not a care in the world
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
You're not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Bitch I'm a moon walker like Michael, sky walk
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