Forever The Sickest Kids

Forever The Sickest Kids - Men In Black lyrics

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Originally by Will Smith

here come the men in black.



it's the MIBs, uh, here come the MIBs.



here come the men in black.



they won't let you remember, no.

nah nah nah,



the good guys dress in black, remember that.



just in case we're ever facetoface and make contact.



the title held by me, MIB,



means what you think you saw... you didn't see.



so don't blink, b, what was there is now gone.



black suits with the black ray bans on.



walk in shadow, move in silence.



guard against extra terrestrial violence.



yo, we ain't on no government list,



we straight don't exist, no names and no fingerprints.



saw something strange, watch your back,



'cause you never quite know where the MIBs at, uh.

here come the men in black,



galaxy defenders.



here come the men in black.



they won't let you remember, no.

uh huh, now, from the deepest of the darkest night,



on the horizon, bright light enters the sight, tight.



cameras zoom on the impending doom,



but then like boom, black suits fill the room up.



with the quickness, talk with the witnesses.



hypnotizer, neuralizer 



vivid memories turn to fantasies.



ain't no MIBs, can i please?



do what we say, that's the way we kick it.



y'know what i mean?



see my noisy cricket get wicked on ya.



we're your first, last, and only line of defense



against the worst scum of the universe.



don't fear us, cheer us, 



if you ever get near us



don't jeer us, we're fearless.



MIBs freezin' up all the flack,



what's that stand for?



"men in black".

let me see ya bounce with me, 



just bounce with me, just bounce it with me.



c'mon, let me see ya just slide with me,



just slide with me, just slide with me.



c'mon, let me see ya take a walk with me,



just walk with me, take a walk with me.



c'mon, make your neck work,



now freeze.

here come the men in black,



galaxy defenders.



here come the men in black.



they won't let you remember, no.

alright check it, slow down, son.



you're worryin' about the wrong thing, pimp.



whoa, that's awesome, bro.



817, FTSK.




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