[Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" sample] No matter how hard, the task may seem Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams No broken
my words can't describe my reaction to Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson Open up the Frigidair what do we have here? Seems
never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right
Right here, right. (Yep) When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was
the matter? Tell me are you fearless I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like ohh haa Fearless I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic
momma We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka Natural born serial murderers Mass mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson
chirp) Ewww, I'm sorry Well, that could mean only one thing THAT SHIT WAS WACK! (Applause) Ok we're gonna move right along here Team number 2, Twiztid
grade, whut Had syphaliss three times, whut Commited mad felony crimes, whut Been a week I ain't washed my ass, whut Flunked outta special 'ed class, whut I'd slap John Gotti right here
: He's very intelligent, he's a positive model in rap # 4 Caller: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than Michael Jackson #
on the East Breakin' honies down, mackin' here to Petersburg Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh The right
here girl, let me fill them panties Spread your legs, and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor With
a brand new car Now if y'all ain't on this new sh*t right now Now y'all gon' have to find a new beat, new beat? Now y'all on this new sh*t right here,
died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson
big blue, cotton city shoe cotton candy coupe hard knock, orphan Annie loop off the stoop play with me, see what the screamy do my canary shoe, high beems pointed right
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
you walkin' that door oh na-yeah i can make you feel you're the queen no remedy, no compromise oh would you rather be right here with me i want you right here