"Men In Black" lyrics

"Men In Black"
(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 face-to-face 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 MIB's 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 you
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
MIB's freezing up all the flack
What's that stand for? "Men in Black!"

Let me see you bounce with me
Just bounce with me, just bounce it with me
C'mon, let me see you just slide with me
Just slide with me, just slide with me

C'mon, let me see you 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 worrying about the wrong thing, pimp
Whoa, that's awesome, bro
817, the FTSK
What up, young son, Bob Becker?
'Preciate that, young pimp


Writer(s): Theresa McFaddin, Will Smith, Patrice Rushen, Fred Washington
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