Mic El Jah Sun
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen, modern Christ of Nazareth
Beyond anything the mind imagined
I look like Michael Jackson, golden shoulder pads on shiny jackets
Diamond brightly blinding when the lights are flashing
Wild fashion matching, back when 'Member the Time was platinum
Like Aladdin when his wife is Jasmine
She look like Michael Jackson
Are these bones in my face or some type of plastic?
I named my son Blanket, cuz when he was born
That's what he was tightly wrapped in
Stories never ending I feel like Sebastian
But more like Michael Jackson
Man's body that a child's trapped in, instead of playing it's most likely practice
Joseph hit me with a violent thrashing, work us like we addicts
Spirit stifled stagnant, daddy I ain't faggot
I give a kid a hug, people think I'm trying to grab him
Call it pedophile's actions, but I'm just Michael Jackson
Asexual, inside retracted
Suppressed libido shifts the high mind synaptics
Space time collapses spinning like a cyclone
Twisting like a spiral traveling, til I'm not spinning
Like a dreidel to a righteous Catholic
Jehovah's witness on the night of Sabbath, I'm a magnet to divine attraction
Expressing rhythm with a primal passion
Dancing in the silent blackness, stepping in formation with the tribal patterns
Guided by this valley of the Nile magic
I follow shadows sundials cast in
I think I'm Michael Jackson
The one that MK Ultra spiked with acid on the night of homicidal passage
I'm not a DJ, but I was still breathing in the body bag
Clawing fingers vinyl scratching
To the sounds of Michael Jackson
I'll strike a match stick in the driest cabin, fire blasting I'm Spyro the tiny dragon
Burn this entire labyrinth and hide the ashes
I'll write Michael Jackson in bold, underline italics
Uppercase subtitled captions
Mike El, Mikha'el
Which means Who is Like God when defined in Latin
Deeper than the cytoplasmics, quite elaborate
Watching movies in my mind make my eyelids spasm
If you could read my mind you'd hear a psycho laughing
Back yard got a lion and a tiger napping
Rollercoaster too, keep your seatbelts tightly fastened
Metaphor for the life I'm having
After a day of brain surgery
I enhance my third eye with glasses, I've discovered what your science hasn't
Divide a fraction to a final fragment
The universe is a uterus having wide contractions
I found a pen and the bible happened
I signed it Michael Jackson
Media stressing need a spinal tapping, they killed me and Prince
Whenever lightening happens it's the titans clashing
Crotch tightly grab it
Ladies passing out, got them falling like Mike Tyson jabbed them
Lisa Presley and Naomi Campbell tried to have him
But I denied their passes
Best womb is the test tube
Million other Michael Jacksons aborted inside of napkins
I cry every time it happens
They call me Michael Jackin'
My doctor was a trifling bastard
He's the reason why I'm relapsing
Forever I'm relaxing
I didn't get to say bye to Katherine
Michael Jackson
From the darkness, Michael Blackson
From the pipe, Michael Crackson
From the music, Michael Jazzson
I'm not my dad's son
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Mic El Jah Sun
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen, modern Christ of Nazareth
Beyond anything the mind imagined
I look like Michael Jackson, golden shoulder pads on shiny jackets
Diamond brightly blinding when the lights are flashing
Wild fashion matching, back when 'Member the Time was platinum
Like Aladdin when his wife is Jasmine
She look like Michael Jackson
Are these bones in my face or some type of plastic?
I named my son Blanket, cuz when he was born
That's what he was tightly wrapped in
Stories never ending I feel like Sebastian
But more like Michael Jackson
Man's body that a child's trapped in, instead of playing it's most likely practice
Joseph hit me with a violent thrashing, work us like we addicts
Spirit stifled stagnant, daddy I ain't faggot
I give a kid a hug, people think I'm trying to grab him
Call it pedophile's actions, but I'm just Michael Jackson
Asexual, inside retracted
Suppressed libido shifts the high mind synaptics
Space time collapses spinning like a cyclone
Twisting like a spiral traveling, til I'm not spinning
Like a dreidel to a righteous Catholic
Jehovah's witness on the night of Sabbath, I'm a magnet to divine attraction
Expressing rhythm with a primal passion
Dancing in the silent blackness, stepping in formation with the tribal patterns
Guided by this valley of the Nile magic
I follow shadows sundials cast in
I think I'm Michael Jackson
The one that MK Ultra spiked with acid on the night of homicidal passage
I'm not a DJ, but I was still breathing in the body bag
Clawing fingers vinyl scratching
To the sounds of Michael Jackson
I'll strike a match stick in the driest cabin, fire blasting I'm Spyro the tiny dragon
Burn this entire labyrinth and hide the ashes
I'll write Michael Jackson in bold, underline italics
Uppercase subtitled captions
Mike El, Mikha'el
Which means Who is Like God when defined in Latin
Deeper than the cytoplasmics, quite elaborate
Watching movies in my mind make my eyelids spasm
If you could read my mind you'd hear a psycho laughing
Back yard got a lion and a tiger napping
Rollercoaster too, keep your seatbelts tightly fastened
Metaphor for the life I'm having
After a day of brain surgery
I enhance my third eye with glasses, I've discovered what your science hasn't
Divide a fraction to a final fragment
The universe is a uterus having wide contractions
I found a pen and the bible happened
I signed it Michael Jackson
Media stressing need a spinal tapping, they killed me and Prince
Whenever lightening happens it's the titans clashing
Crotch tightly grab it
Ladies passing out, got them falling like Mike Tyson jabbed them
Lisa Presley and Naomi Campbell tried to have him
But I denied their passes
Best womb is the test tube
Million other Michael Jacksons aborted inside of napkins
I cry every time it happens
They call me Michael Jackin'
My doctor was a trifling bastard
He's the reason why I'm relapsing
Forever I'm relaxing
I didn't get to say bye to Katherine
Michael Jackson
From the darkness, Michael Blackson
From the pipe, Michael Crackson
From the music, Michael Jazzson
I'm not my dad's son
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen, modern Christ of Nazareth
Beyond anything the mind imagined
I look like Michael Jackson, golden shoulder pads on shiny jackets
Diamond brightly blinding when the lights are flashing
Wild fashion matching, back when 'Member the Time was platinum
Like Aladdin when his wife is Jasmine
She look like Michael Jackson
Are these bones in my face or some type of plastic?
I named my son Blanket, cuz when he was born
That's what he was tightly wrapped in
Stories never ending I feel like Sebastian
But more like Michael Jackson
Man's body that a child's trapped in, instead of playing it's most likely practice
Joseph hit me with a violent thrashing, work us like we addicts
Spirit stifled stagnant, daddy I ain't faggot
I give a kid a hug, people think I'm trying to grab him
Call it pedophile's actions, but I'm just Michael Jackson
Asexual, inside retracted
Suppressed libido shifts the high mind synaptics
Space time collapses spinning like a cyclone
Twisting like a spiral traveling, til I'm not spinning
Like a dreidel to a righteous Catholic
Jehovah's witness on the night of Sabbath, I'm a magnet to divine attraction
Expressing rhythm with a primal passion
Dancing in the silent blackness, stepping in formation with the tribal patterns
Guided by this valley of the Nile magic
I follow shadows sundials cast in
I think I'm Michael Jackson
The one that MK Ultra spiked with acid on the night of homicidal passage
I'm not a DJ, but I was still breathing in the body bag
Clawing fingers vinyl scratching
To the sounds of Michael Jackson
I'll strike a match stick in the driest cabin, fire blasting I'm Spyro the tiny dragon
Burn this entire labyrinth and hide the ashes
I'll write Michael Jackson in bold, underline italics
Uppercase subtitled captions
Mike El, Mikha'el
Which means Who is Like God when defined in Latin
Deeper than the cytoplasmics, quite elaborate
Watching movies in my mind make my eyelids spasm
If you could read my mind you'd hear a psycho laughing
Back yard got a lion and a tiger napping
Rollercoaster too, keep your seatbelts tightly fastened
Metaphor for the life I'm having
After a day of brain surgery
I enhance my third eye with glasses, I've discovered what your science hasn't
Divide a fraction to a final fragment
The universe is a uterus having wide contractions
I found a pen and the bible happened
I signed it Michael Jackson
Media stressing need a spinal tapping, they killed me and Prince
Whenever lightening happens it's the titans clashing
Crotch tightly grab it
Ladies passing out, got them falling like Mike Tyson jabbed them
Lisa Presley and Naomi Campbell tried to have him
But I denied their passes
Best womb is the test tube
Million other Michael Jacksons aborted inside of napkins
I cry every time it happens
They call me Michael Jackin'
My doctor was a trifling bastard
He's the reason why I'm relapsing
Forever I'm relaxing
I didn't get to say bye to Katherine
Michael Jackson
From the darkness, Michael Blackson
From the pipe, Michael Crackson
From the music, Michael Jazzson
I'm not my dad's son
Writer: CAMERON CARBONE, DENNIS CURTIS POLLOCK
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave