Is It Scary/Threatened (Immortal Version) – Michael Jackson (with Rockwell & 50 Cent) (from “Immortal” soundtrack)
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[Haunted Voice:] I have seen the Book of Tales Crafted by magical hands Older than time itself Its pages are filled with darkness And mystery
[Michael Jackson:] There’s a ghost down in the hall There’s a ghoul beneath the bed Now it’s coming through the walls Now it’s climbing up the stairs There’s a spirit in the dark Hear the beating of his heart Can you feel it in the air ‘Cause they’re hiding everywhere
(Aaaahhh!)
Is that scary for you, baby Am I scary for you, boy Is this scary for you, baby Is this scary for you You know the stranger is you Is this scary for you, baby
[*Whispering and breathing*] {Sorcery… Illusions…}
There’s a creaking on the floor There’s a creep behind the door There’s a rocking in the chair But nobody’s sitting there There’s a ghastly smell around But nobody to be found And a coffin nearly open Where a restless soul is pokin’
I am gonna be Exactly what you gonna see So did you come to me To see your fantasies Perform before your very eyes A haunting ghostly treat The ghoulish trickery And spirits dancing in the night
But if you came to see The truth, the purity It’s here inside a lonely heart So let the performance start
I always feel like Somebody’s watchin’ me I always feel like Somebody’s watchin’ me
[*Reporter speaking*]
All hail, the king has risen
You’re by yourself, but it’s my touch you felt I’m not a ghost from Hell, but I’ve got a spell on you
You should be watching me, you should feel threatened Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened Half of me you’ll never be, so you should feel threatened by me
You should be watching me, you should feel threatened Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened Half of me you’ll never be, so you should feel threatened by me
What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare It isn’t – it’s the beginning