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at a five and dime She would read Dostoevsky By the yellow moon That hung like an orange in the tree While I worked on the words To the mystery tune
you by your crackhead neck Take you back to Egypt where you'll learn respect And on one knee and through one way You'll follow out the path
side The late Michael Jackson doing the moon walk on the telly And I was like "who's bad?" Sitting there smoking, sipping MD 20/20 thinking I was
laughing They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tachinni flippin
ain't seen her for weeks, I ask her if she wants to walk on the moon Then off to the theater, with Julius Caesar, Way before the tower started leaning
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by I run laps round lames with my shoes untied I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide Still
at me Pull your panties to the side I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings She likes her thongs with my fingers all
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message As I lead this army make room