sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound
never gon let you go, [The Game] Whose Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what I'm asking is
t enforce them? Unless you get it on tape It's more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape It's civil
ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say 'The whole rap game passed away' On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater Slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson
" NWA said, "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety three was strictly R and B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gon' tell
chance, I ain't talkin' 'bout sex Or no kinda romance, But it's my style, my charm, let me go on It's a chilly, it's a chilly, then it starts to
it, dig it [Talib Kweli + Bahamadia] Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous players who
the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my
Check-check-check it. A to the G is gonna wreck it. On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it. I'm the man. The one-man-band is on my right
bed y'all Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is [Children] Uncle Mos? [Mos Def] Yeeesss? [Children
freakin' out, then maybe we can work it out Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out now Maybe we can work it out Ooh girl your silhouette
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? Do they do the same shit when the defendant face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success
stop it The father sent me a message and I came to drop it The prophet is to love each other Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah They got our love
for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson, told her to beat it I said, what the heck, I got a condom, freak it her nickname now is
y'all, who's the man? Who's the man? (The Heavster, time keeps on slipping) Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who
better my lyrics explode on contact best prepare for combat aint no stopping so bomb back it?s the last days, nigga?s is dying for bullshit Mac 11 is
than Michael Jackson, Hating on the Taliban for keeping me captive, Threatening to find my little cave and blast it, Now I've got to worry about this wannabe gansta, Who