Michael Jackson - Das Racist, Heems

Michael Jackson, a million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit

Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit

But I got a clean grip on the game, some mean shit

And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes wit

Well it’s your boy, like a Queens street Jhumpa

Heems the ruler, medulla create the moola

And me, I just do the rumba, porque está es la rumba

And we, we are the future, Abdullah, see that’s my shooter

The ruger, he keep it super, duper, Abdul’ll shoot ya

He’ll knock you right out your Supras

Knock you right out your Pumas

Doctor give you the sutures, Victor is in the cooter

In tune with a boo from Hooters, while Dap is on the computer

Lakutis the clean up hitter, call him the pooper scooper

Alec an Oompa Loompa, re-tutor the school of looters

Hakuna matata Pumba, porque está es la rumba

Yeah!

I’m fucking great at rapping!!!

Michael Jackson, a million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Call me Janet Jackson, I got a hundred dollars

I got the jungle fever, run with a hundred zebras

I got a leather jacket, I got a little hat on

I’m drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon

I got an Eagle Talon, call me Richie Valens

Me no speakie spanish, Valium and Caesar salad

I’m DJ Khaled, I’m a Daikon radish

See me next to sushi sexually, I’ll sex your coochie

Yeah, extra juicy, electrocute me

Fire scientist, MacGuyver my appliances

Describe the flyest line in this, I am this, I insist

Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I’ll buy them shit

Yeah, you go girl, it’s your world

Watching Parenthood on ketamine at the hoterrrrrl

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa… WHAT?!

Michael Jackson, a million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Kool A.D., you good at rapping!

(Yo Hima, you good at rapping!)

Yo Victor, you genus Latin!

(Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton!)

Yo Victor, we going platinum!

(Yo Hima, we finna clap 'em!)

Kool AD’s finna happen!

(We see the cream and we grab them)

Yo Victor, just let me stab them!

(Chill Hima, we in Manhattan)

Let’s move the static to Staten!

(Move the static to Staten?)

Let’s move this static to Queens!

(Damn, you crazy Heems!)

Damn, that’s very true!

(That's how we do!)

Michael Jackson, a million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!

Michael Jackson, one million dollars

You feel me?

Holler!