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and run
Do the Usain Bolt when you see my gun
Michael Jackson the way I beat it
Knife in your chest you're watching a Thriller
Way I stab them while they

manila not the thrilla Michael Jackson
I can’t get know satisfaction ‘til my stones rollin wit da traction
Control ya ego, vamos el camino 

Breaking bad

the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,

don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you

Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew

shit in may
Drop that new shit with WIN now we gettin paid
So im Plankin on a a milly while you sittin on a K
Woke up from a nice dream like its gon be

the thought of being rich and the feeling and the chill that you get from within?
I know I never had silver spoon or a whip that I drove as kid but I kept

the way we show

So Let's run it on to the next level 
Call my phone Time dare devil 
Jumping off the bridge 
No, I can't settle 
I don't know what you

you on ice like a zamboni, the meth kills 

Damn homie, aura fishy as anchovies 
Back where I'm from they pack a drum, like band roadies
Official genius

Still sip the Hennessy to easy a way the memory
My father telling me go further
Wish he weren't a deadbeat
Showed me Michael Jackson, C Breezy sparked

like Michael Jackson
Fuck it might go back and make the motherfucking news
Bitches stay using my rapping as they caption that's why they get views

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 baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,

gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)

Make up Your Mind

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

for butt sex 

I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson 

The flasher, are you ready for action? 



Chorus: cool Keith 



Make up your

that I grew up in the hood
I watched you feed the rats
Plus those Pigeons and cats
What they expect from the blacks
The propagandist
Spewing his loaded

with the Uno Card that
Life keeps handing you when you think you about to win
You finally bout to claim victory, now you reaching from the deck
I often

I keep the flame on me
I got the gang on me
By myself keep that thing on me
How the fuck could you change on me?
   
They flipped like a whopper
But

your wordplay intact
And 50 couldn't say it better
Can't find you
Show me where his mama live at
You a gangsta, I'm not one
But it doesn't mean by all

make this shit look easy
Imma make you a believer when you see me
I put pressure on my haters and my exes get the message and respect it
Michael jackson

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

Erick Sermon

Erick Sermon

No Pressure

1993

like the S1's, cause my crew carry big guns
to blow up, anybody in the range
And plus I'm bad as Michael Jackson, even though he +Dangerous+
E Double

sleep
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear, ain't goin' for deceased
These rookie

Well that's, me Lil nigga see I am that calm
I'm Michael Jackson in the Wiz I defy all Oz
Feet down, walking light, pacing ova pavement
Pursuing my