you look in my eyes and tell me you're Fair and you're Balanced Demoralizing free speech and free press at the hands Of a company, that in the eighties
will But deep inside my heart Time stands still [Chorus:] Stay for awhile Well it's good to see Your smile And I love your company Stay for awhile And
violence and think it's funny Slapping up the stuck up bitch called hip-hop cuz she fucking owe me money And if my company tries to play me for my ?
(Bowie/Gabrels) Between the dead ring ash of extreme defence The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
company gentle killing of the afternoon Don't ever try to be anymore Michael you've got a lot answer for You unlocked some of the doors to my soul And
"And when you feelin down.. recharge!" [Wyclef] Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova The lovin, the huggin, will never be over [Pras] Back up
And time is that I waste When all I need is company But noone ever stays VIP?s, vintage booze, 25 BMW?s like Tiger Woods cheating on his wife like Michael
you creative Flauntin your costumes and wigs With some old fake wannabe French rap junk My son take it personal, you and me Ask everybody in your record company how you follow me and
jealous and keep staring Comparing me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation In the Chicago Bull warmup suit and a bald head like Michael
hair ain't combed She's not dressed properly She's always wearin jeans, and this is a company where you wear dresses, and you look neat and come in with your briefcase And
and load Cock and explode I grew up pops and a O Mix match socks on my sole Cops on a stroll Spendin' knots on my gold I got Ns in my jeans For Benzes and
know? And they be like who are you? And I'm like Mike Jones And they'd be like who y'knahmsayin'? And I used to always tell my grandma And she used
a cut the fools The nigga laughing, acting goofy I either came in the room when everybody go bye And do the Michael Jackson and just act stupid But lately, me and
[Chorus] Every once in awhile U need some ol' skool company Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove And a old school melody When god his son and the
asked which way we were headed I said "sir let's just go west" and he listened obediently Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and
give a shit Tie me up and beat my ass cheek with hockey sticks (uh! "you're sick") I don't give a damn Smokin crack with Michael Jackson in the [????] [???]
got the murder face I walk in companies boom and blow my triggers off Uncle Toms, savage whites and the niggaz off You talkin blank blank blank and all
a deal for, years and it ain't What you want me to say? [cut and scratched] "hehehehehehe" [cut and scratched] "ju-ju-just shut up" [cut and scratched