Texty:
Jackson Michael Shout

shout, throw my hands up and shout What?s this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and

shout, throw my hands up and shout What?s this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and

shout, throw my hands up and shout What?s this madness all about All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout, Throw my hands up and

Bells" 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

'ma swing this like a cool cat Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or

me begging out All wrong and I ain't never needed you to write my songs, What I got to do is get gone. Cause I'm like the new Michael Jackson but without

go out like D.U.S.F.L. "Your nigga Chino was a sucker back in the day" you told some reporter Yeah and Michael Jackson got a skin disorder I'm from the

you see success, haters reinvest miami gardens drive, half a million nothing less raised the bar, I set the standards my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing Michael Jackson

say he ain't black, whatever They say Michael Jackson ain't white, whatever And Venus and Serena done beat mo' white girls Than O.J. and Rick James put together Now Michael