[Diddy talking]
I remember the first time i seen you moonwalk
I believed I could do anything
you made the world dance
you made the music 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 you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you 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 you care about
so you 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 you 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
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my nier
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star
and since im a hollywood star imma tell you my story
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 you say
imma love him and hes still dope
let me take you back to 85 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket 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 -
anything i can ever do to better you 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
[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
