I remember the first time i seen آپ moonwalk,
I believed I could do anything,
آپ made the world dance,
آپ made the موسیقی come to life
[Chris brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why آپ had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
آپ were chosen from the start
never gon let آپ go,
[The Game]
Whos Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
Im Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend dont breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody آپ care about,
so آپ can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i trust آپ lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when فہرست (?) my air ones, MJ was my nier.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since im a hollywood سٹار, ستارہ imma tell آپ my story,
[Courtesy of KillerHipHop.com]
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
just like me they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what آپ say,
imma love him and hes still dope,
let me take آپ back to 85 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller جیکٹ with all the zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson [Damn - Dope line from Game - KillerHipHop.com]
anything i can ever do to better آپ your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
Im writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.
[Chorus]
[Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
