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Better On the Otherside (Tribute to MJ)
The Game
[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 sky
never gon let you go,

[The Game]
Who's Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
I'm Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is everybody bow their head for a legend don't 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.

[Chorus]

[The Game]
As I'm pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my ni-er.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since i'm a hollywood star im gonna 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,
i'm gonna love him and he's 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 i'm doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us throug

You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns be blowing that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platformsoles
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... Yea the Sultans played Creole ...Creole


Then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'

Hotel California
By The Eagles

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of "colitas"
Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes Benz®
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine, he said
We haven't had that spirit here since, 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Bring your alibies
.
.

Mirrors on the ceiling
Depict champaign on ice, and she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

THANXXXXXXXXXXXXX