Lyrics:
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
'I'll be there' like my name was Michael Jackson
I find more skies to make money than Delta
I guts niggas like a fish and murder em up like helter
dying you slow
Maybe they'll love me like Michael in his prime
Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags
History
you dying you slow
Maybe they'll love me like Michael in his prime
Life is a Thriller it gets Bad, Dangerous
Off the Wall people fiending for bags
them souls now
Jesus is coming
So we better
Turn from sin now
Hold on
Let me talk my talk
I'm off the wall
That Michael Jackson
Go to war where we walk
we call him a sellout
First Oprah came at Michael Jackson, now Russell Simmons
What about what Harvey Weinstein did to them women?
Why you ain't
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the steps we taking
I remember all the girls i dated
Some was real and some was fabricated
Michael Jackson music was the greatest
Homie wore the glove like
Michael Jackson in me
That's that Michael Jackson in me
I'm getting everything I execute that law of attraction in me
4 years ago they really said my raps
gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)
cracking
Grind on the wall just to get some action
Looking in the mirror like I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy
aint my type
Finna kill em Michael Jackson man this sum light
Slimed out by your mans that aint even right
Brodie sitting up the road he still sending
Michael Jackson shoes
Doing shit i have to do
Smoke in the atmosphere
Nigga I don't stop
Cos that's the shit that got me here
Young chico
Close to my peep
to personally witness music history being made
Michael Jackson's moonwalk or Freddie smashing Live Aid
A time when real musicians ruled the lands seas and meadows
respect it or check it
Nigga
Rest in peace to Michael Jackson
You niggas need me, man
I might have to start moonwalking
Couple dance moves and shit
Write
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the Sandinistas!
Would we take Fritz without Grit's?
We'd take Fritz the Cat
Would we take Jesse Jackson?
Hell, we'd take Michael Jackson!
We don't need no Re-Ron
We
(Do you like it, do you like it
Do you like it) i think we rocked that one
Harder than Michael Jackson, man fuck that
We up out this bitch
You know how
only
I want me achieving my dreams to provoke you all to go and achieve yours
I want people arguing if Michael Jackson was ever half as good as me
I want
to ruin
Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice
You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
Gerbils for rectums, I break you
but tonight I might eat it
I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it
Her
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