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The courtroom had seen its share of wild

moments. But when Kanye West walked in,

the room seemed to shift. No flashy

entrance, no entourage, just Kanye. All

black, no shades, and a look on his face

like he was carrying something heavy. He

sat down, looked straight ahead, and

dropped a statement no one expected. I'm

not here to talk about

records. I'm here to talk about what

happened to Michael Jackson. The air got

thick. People in the gallery leaned

forward. Even the judge looked stunned

for a second. Then Kanye pointed across

the room at a man named Fahim Muhammad.

He worked security for Diddy. Now,

before that, he was the guy watching

over Michael during his last

days. Kanye said Michael made a call

right before it all went wrong. A call

that didn't sound like someone just

dealing with stress. According to Kanye,

Michael was scared. He felt surrounded,

hunted even. And Kanye believed the

strings were being pulled by someone

higher up. He didn't just mean shady

business deals. He didn't mean industry

beef. He was talking about a quiet group

of powerful people, folks who move in

the background. And in Kanye's eyes,

Diddy wasn't just in that circle. He was

playing chess with lives. And this

wasn't some meltdown moment. Kanye

wasn't pacing or shouting. He was calm,

focused, like someone who had rehearsed

the truth in his mind over and over

again. Then he brought up something

strange, his own trainer, Harley

Pastanac, a name that raised eyebrows a

while back when Kanye claimed the guy

tried to send him away for

reprogramming. Kanye said the same

behindthe-scenes hands that tried to

silence him were the same ones that

slowly boxed Michael in. He didn't have

a slideshow, no viral clip, just a story

that felt more like a warning and a

question no one in that courtroom was

ready to answer. Kanye didn't just name

drop Fahim Muhammad, he locked eyes with

him. That's the man, he said, the same

guy guarding Diddy today was also

standing beside Michael Jackson in his

final months. But according to Kanye,

Fahim wasn't hired to protect Michael.

He was planted to make sure Michael

stayed

quiet. Then Kanye said something that

made the room hold its breath. He

claimed both he and Michael had received

the same kind of message from the same

shadowy network. Follow the script and

or you won't make it to the stage.

Michael didn't listen. Kanye didn't

either. And then came the part that

truly rattled the room.

Kanye claimed he'd heard Michael's last

voicemail. Said the Jackson family let

him hear it years ago privately. He

described Michael's voice as scared and

shaky, like he was hiding in plain

sight. Whispers, heavy breathing, barely

above a whisper, and the last thing

Michael allegedly said, "Tell them it's

Puffy. He knows I'm

here." A gasp shot through the gallery.

Jurors looked frozen. Diddy clenched the

table so tight his knuckles went white.

His lawyers leaned in, whispering fast.

But Kanye, he just repeated it. Michael

knew. Then he turned the spotlight back

to Fahim. Most people have never even

heard that name. Fahhem Muhammad. But

Kanye made sure they wouldn't forget it.

He looked at the jury and asked

something that hit like a punch.

Why would the most famous person on

earth, someone who had been threatened,

stalked, and targeted for decades, trust

his life to a 20-year-old fresh out of

college? Fahheem had just left

Sacramento State. No elite training, no

military background. Yet within months,

he was in charge of keeping Michael

safe. Kanye said it wasn't Michael's

choice, that Fahhem came through

industry channels. And when you trace

those channels, they lead straight to

Sha Combmes. According to Kanye, Fahim

had been around Diddy for a long time,

working behind the scenes in roles no

one ever talked about. So when he showed

up in Michael Jackson's camp, Kanye

believed it wasn't a coincidence. It was

strategy. Kanye said Fahhem had access

to everything. Michael's calendar, his

doctor list, his staff contacts, even

the things Michael feared most. And if

you control a man's fears, you control

the man. Just when it felt like the room

couldn't handle more, Kanye peeled back

another layer. He said, "Fahim Muhammad,

the same man who once guarded Michael

Jackson and now runs tight security

around Diddy, wasn't just walking red

carpets and staying behind the scenes.

He had spoken at the Wharton School of

Business." Yes, that Wharton, one of the

most elite schools in the country. And

Kanye, he said that was a red flag.

What kind of bodyguard gives guest

lectures at Ivy League schools? He asked

the jury. Not someone who carries a

weapon, someone who carries out a

mission. He didn't call Fahheim a spy

outright, but he let the idea hang heavy

in the air. Then came something even

more chilling. Kanye said there were

whispers. Whispers that after Michael's

passing, Fahheem had been the one to

quietly clean up, wiping hard drives,

deleting security footage from inside

the mansion. Now years later, that same

man is side by side with Diddy, helping

run his empire like nothing ever

happened. But Kanye wasn't finished. He

brought up a recent legal case filed by

a music producer named Lil Rod, a

lawsuit that named Fahhem directly. In

it, Fahheem was described as the fixer,

the problem solver, the one who made

issues and people

vanish. Kanye's voice dropped a notch.

First Michael, then me. Who's next? Then

he moved into territory he'd only ever

hinted at before. The idea of handlers,

people placed into celebrities lives to

steer them, to keep them from going off

script. And if they push back, there are

consequences. He brought up his own

former trainer, Harley Pastanac. Kanye

looked straight at the jury and said,

"That man once texted me, told me if I

didn't get back in line, I'd be sent

back to Zombie Land." That wasn't a

metaphor. Kanye claimed Harley actually

threatened to lock him away in a

hospital, not because he needed help,

but because he refused to obey. Then

Kanye made a sharp connection. Two

different celebrities, two different

handlers. Harley for him, for he for

Michael. Same method, same goal.

Control. Only difference. Kanye's

handler sent texts. Michael's had keys

to the house, to the medicine, to his

life. He broke it down for the court

like it was a puzzle. Michael Jackson

gained power, real power. When he bought

half of Sony's music catalog, he

challenged the big names, called out

Tommy Mottler in public. He refused to

play nice. Then suddenly he was unwell,

then out of sight, then gone. and Fahim.

He was the one managing his security the

entire time. Kanye drew the parallels to

his own life. Rising fame, big deals,

global tours. Then he started calling

out Adidas, Grammy insiders, fashion

houses, even people he once called

friends. He didn't bow down and suddenly

deals vanished. Hospitals got involved.

His world flipped. A modern-day Michael,

Kanye said. But he wasn't pointing just

to himself. He brought up Prince, DMX,

Whitney, legends, icons, people who,

according to Kanye, had one thing in

common before they passed. They were

afraid. They all said something didn't

feel right, Kanye told the jury. Then he

paused. You don't have to believe me.

Just look at the pattern, Kanye said,

his voice steady, but heavy. They

silence us and they smile doing

it. For a moment, no one moved. The jury

sat

frozen. One juror, according to reports,

wiped away a tear. Diddy didn't flinch.

His face was stoned, but his shoulders

tight, his hands clenched under the

table. The judge finally called for a

short break, but the damage was already

done. When court resumed, Kanye took

things even deeper. He said someone from

Michael Jackson's own family had once

shared something with him, something not

meant for public ears, a voicemail. The

last one Michael ever left. According to

Kanye, that message was full of fear.

Michael was whispering, barely holding

it together. I don't feel safe, he

allegedly said. He's here. I know he is.

They're trying to take everything. And

then came the line that sent the room

into a full-blown hush. Tell them it's

Puffy. He knows he's here. Please

protect the kids. Gasps broke out.

People in the gallery looked around like

they had just heard a ghost speak. The

judge shouted for order, but the weight

of those words wouldn't go away. Kanye

said that Michael had made that call to

someone close, someone who didn't act

fast enough, someone who didn't believe

it was real until it was too late. In

the final days of Michael's life, Kanye

said things changed fast. His real team

disappeared, replaced by strangers.

People who didn't understand him didn't

protect him or maybe didn't want to.

Michael was boxed in. Kanye said he

wasn't just surrounded by assistants. He

was surrounded by plants. People placed

there to monitor, not help.

And at the center of that shift, Fahim

Muhammad Kanye turned to the jury

again. Why would a fresh college grad,

barely in his 20s, suddenly be in charge

of the most famous human being alive?

Why was Michael's longtime security team

gone overnight? Then Kanye dropped

something subtle but serious. On the

night Michael passed, the security

camera system in the mansion stopped

working. No video, no footage, just

static. He said that surveillance

footage was either erased or never

recorded. The exact same thing, Kanye

claimed that happened at Diddy's private

tunnel during an unrelated

investigation. He didn't stop there.

Kanye floated a theory, one the

courtroom didn't

expect. "What if Michael wasn't supposed

to pass from the medicine?" he asked.

"What if that was just part of a bigger

plan and something went wrong?

He explained that Michael was sitting on

something worth billions. His publishing

rights, his music catalog, his tour, the

comeback shows were expected to be the

biggest in history. And then nothing.

Kanye paused for a second. Let it

breathe. Then he dropped the line like

it was a final verse. Michael's death

was the cleanest business move Sony ever

made. From there, the floodgates opened.

Kanye didn't just make this about

Michael anymore. He made it about all of

them. The ones he said the industry

couldn't control. Whitney, DMX, Prince,

Amy, Left Eye. He said each of them had

tried to fight the system. Each of them

tried to speak truth and each of them

one way or another ended up gone. He

spoke of Prince, how the music icon

fought his label, warned others about

contracts, ownership, and how it all

worked behind the curtain. He reminded

the court that Prince was found

unresponsive, alone in an elevator. Just

days after saying someone was watching

him, then came Whitney Houston. Kanye

claimed she once told Clive Davis she

knew too much, especially about private

events tied to some powerful circles.

Events Kanye hinted were more than just

parties. When she started acting

erratic, Kanye said it wasn't random.

They paint you as unstable so they don't

have to explain your ending. Then came

Lisa Left Eye Lopes. He said she

recorded a video just days before her

crash in Honduras. In the video, she

said spirits were warning her that she

felt

hunted. Soon after, her car veered off a

road. No guardrails, no second

chances. "You know what she said?" Kanye

asked the courtroom. She said, "I'm

being

followed." Then

silence. According to Kanye, this wasn't

random. This was systematic, a pattern,

a purge.

When you stop being useful, he said

quietly. Or when you speak too loudly or

when you own too much, you stop being an

artist. You become a threat. The room

was already tense when Kanye said one

last name, and it sent a chill through

the gallery. Biggie

Smalls. Kanye didn't shout. He didn't

need to. He just looked around and

asked, "You really think it's a

coincidence that Biggiey's case is still

a mystery and the only one from that era

still walking tall is

Diddy?" The room went still. He wasn't

just talking about music anymore. He was

pointing at something bigger, something

that, according to him, had been hiding

in plain sight. He described Diddy not

as a superstar, but as the face of

something much deeper, a brand, Kanye

said, built not just on beats and

bottles, but on control. He called it

one of the most untouchable empires in

the music world, protected, polished,

and incredibly powerful. Then he brought

up the Lil Rod lawsuit, the one that

mentions wild parties, shady favors, and

whispered bribes. But Kanye said that's

just the cover story, a

distraction. The real operation, he told

the court, is about silence, control,

and making sure certain people don't

speak. He claimed Didd's influence

stretched far beyond record labels,

reaching into political circles,

corporate offices, and even retired

government figures. "This is why some

people just disappear," Kanye said. This

is why cases vanish, why stories don't

make the news, and you can't fix that

with a lawyer, he added. You fight it

with the truth, with the spotlight. Then

he made a claim that pulled every eye in

the courtroom. He said the footage the

feds took during the raids. What the

public saw was just the tip of it.

There's more, Kanye said. And I've seen

it. He claimed there were underground

tunnels, hidden paperwork, and names.

names of people still working in the

industry, some running major companies,

some sitting quietly in the courtroom.

Then Kanye revealed what he called the

pyramid. Not the one in Egypt. This one

was made of people, personal assistants,

stylists, bodyguards, lawyers, trainers.

Each one placed like a chess piece, he

said, to serve a purpose. Watch, report,

and keep the stars from breaking rank.

You're not allowed to leave, Kanye said.

You're not allowed to speak. If you do,

he paused. You don't just lose your job,

you disappear. He claimed Fahim Muhammad

again was the key figure, the fixer, the

quiet voice on the phone, the guy who

makes the call, clears the phones, tells

you to shut up or never wake up. Then he

delivered the line that made jaws drop.

Fahheim was there when Michael passed.

Fahheim is here now. What changed? You

could hear people exhale. Kanye wasn't

done yet. He said the world didn't just

lose Michael Jackson. It monetized his

fall. The industry didn't just bury him.

Kanye said they turned his death into a

blueprint. For a moment, the room froze.

No phones buzzed. No papers shuffled.

Kanye's voice was sharp, clear, focused.

No yelling, no chaos, just cold truth.

Diddy didn't say a word. But those

watching closely saw the cracks. His jaw

tightened, his fingers twitched. At one

point, he leaned in and whispered

something fast to his legal team.

Something had shifted. Kanye then turned

and stared directly at Diddy. "You

remember what you did?" he asked. "You

stood there and watched the king fall."

The courtroom exploded, not in chaos, in

shock. Murmurss, reporters whispering

updates into their phones. The judge

slammed the gavvel and ordered silence,

but the energy in the room had flipped.

Even court sketch artists noted it.

Diddy's body language changed. He didn't

scream. He didn't object. He just sat

there blinking, cornered. One Rolling

Stone journalist posted online. Diddy's

face looked like the lights went out.

Kanye didn't just testify. He flipped

the entire room with that one line. Then

Kanye gave the court something personal.

He said Michael once confided in him.

Said he felt watched. Said he felt like

someone inside his house was planning

against him. He never said a name, Kanye

admitted. But the way he described the

guy, young, calm, always around,

watching, and it matched Fahim

Muhammad. Michael didn't hire him.

Michael didn't trust him. And

suddenly the testimony stopped sounding

like a rant. It felt like a reveal, a

quiet peeling back of something too big

to ignore. This wasn't some public

meltdown. This was something else

entirely. Kanye wasn't ranting. He

wasn't rambling. He was letting go of

something he said he'd carried in

silence for years. I'm not here to

perform, he told the court. I'm here

because someone lost their life and

someone else got rich from it.

That line hit hard. Without saying his

name directly, Kanye pointed to one of

the biggest shifts in the music world.

How right after Michael Jackson passed,

Diddy's empire suddenly multiplied.

Catalog deals, streaming rights, and

whispers of a fortune built in part off

of MJ's

legacy. It wasn't just about the money.

It was about the timing. Kanye painted a

chilling picture. Michael was worth more

gone than he was alive. And someone out

there made sure that switch happened.

The courtroom was tense, but the outside

world, it was on fire. Within minutes,

the live stream had sparked a media

earthquake. Headlines exploded across

every platform. Kanye West testifies

Diddy benefited from MJ's death. Kanye

accuses music giant of orchestrating the

King of Pop's final days. Shock waves in

court and across the industry. But the

story didn't stop with the press. That

same day, the Jackson family responded,

and what they said changed everything.

Jermaine Jackson posted a short message

on Instagram. It read, "Kanye said what

we've known but couldn't say. Michael

was taken from us. The world needs to

hear it." Then Latoya Jackson, through

her lawyer, made a statement, too.

Michael didn't just collapse. He was

removed because he knew too much. And

just like that, the silence cracked. Not

long after, leaked emails started to

surface reportedly from a whistleblower

inside AEG, the company managing

Michael's final tour. One message stood

out. He doesn't have to be healthy. He

just needs to make it to opening night.

Kanye's testimony had opened a vault.

Former employees from Michael's camp

began reaching out to the court.

Some said they saw unfamiliar faces in

the house. Before the night, everything

changed. One said Michael had become so

paranoid he'd sleep with loud music

playing because he believed someone was

sending voices through the walls. "Even

retired detectives who worked the case

back in 2009 were now speaking up." "We

missed something," one of them told a

reporter. "This wasn't just about a bad

doctor. This might have been a setup."

Every news network scrambled to catch

up. Talk shows, legal panels, morning

anchors, everyone had an opinion. Some

called Kanye's claims far-fetched.

Others rewatched his testimony over and

over, especially the moment he said,

"They're still watching

us." Online, the mood shifted fast. This

wasn't about a new album. Kanye wasn't

trending for sneakers or sound bites. He

was trending because people were

beginning to believe he might actually

be telling the truth. Inside the

courthouse, things got even more

intense. Security was tightened. The

judge held a closed door meeting with

both legal teams. The atmosphere

unpredictable. Diddy's lawyers tried to

downplay it all. They said Kanye's

claims were personal, baseless, just

noise. But the public wasn't buying it.

Clips of Kanye declaring, "They call me

crazy because I'm telling the truth,"

were going viral across platforms.

Prosecutors began to review their

witness list. And suddenly, one name,

long buried, was being whispered with

urgency. Fahhem Muhammad. Rumors started

swirling that federal agents were

dusting off old MJ case files,

revisiting old evidence, asking new

questions, especially about that

mysterious voicemail. and the names it

mentioned. But perhaps the most

emotional moment came from Michael's

children. According to an insider, Paris

Jackson had privately told friends she

always believed something was off, that

her father didn't just go. And then in a

tweet that was later deleted, Prince

Jackson reportedly wrote, "Now I

understand why he was scared. The

industry isn't what it

seems." This trial wasn't just about

Diddy anymore. It had cracked open

something bigger. A system, a silence, a

shadow that stretched across decades.

And Kanye, the same person many had

dismissed as unpredictable, was now the

one forcing everyone to look.