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Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. Often referred to as the King of Pop, or by his initials MJ, Jackson is recognized as the most successful entertainer of all time by Guinness World Records. His contribution to music, dance, and fashion, along with a much-publicized personal life, made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene along with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5 in 1964, and began his solo career in 1971.
In the early 1980s, Jackson became a dominant figure in popular music. The music videos for his songs, including those of "Beat It", "Billie Jean", and "Thriller", were credited with transforming the medium into an art form and a promotional tool, and the popularity of these videos helped to bring the relatively new television channel MTV to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made him a staple on MTV in the 1990s. Through stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk, to which he gave the name. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced numerous hip hop, post-disco, contemporary R&B, pop and rock artists.
I'm tryin' drop science for ya man
Tell your herd shut the fuck up, now that's silence of the lambs
I'm an animal, I eat rappers, call me Hannibal
The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note??
You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me
Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys
Never trust a bitch enough to let her buy me some trees
Might let her get a puff if she down to get on her knees
I cause abuse to tracks, you ain't use to that
I got a AK flow you the deuce deuce of rap
It's double R my whole camps a bunch of ruthless cats
Throw you off the roof and be like where the proof is at?
We ball hard like 155th out at the Rucker
Keep talkin' shit, you won't see Next Friday like Chris Tucker (Is this what you want?)
It's the fake throwbacks, you ain't foolin' no one
You the type to drive out to New Jersey to cop a old one
Y'all rappers is sick, I got the antidote, and it's dope, tie your hands with rope,
Throw you overboard, make you abandon boat
With a backhanded blow I bandage folks, fuck a can of smoke,
Crack yo cantalope with a can of coke
You cipher thugs swear you got the biggest scrotums
Y'all nothin' but little bitches hidin' behind yo modems
You think you a big fish in the pond on the internet
Guess what big fish you can get caught in a net
Oh shit, what the fuck am I doin'?