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Think of me as the one you never figured
the job you couldn't work, the one
that got away
a heist-plot planned and programmed
a celebrity-free crash course in dienetics and
the distribution of wealth
that's how they'll see me, righteous
and divine, ridden into cap-gun
Camelot rapturous and sublime
not a soap-box dynasty, a flicker in your life
more a beat-down mimicry - a soul-fly
enterprise
that's the way that rhythm works you see
ticker tock ticker tock down down with me
a rap for all ages, a white-line
yellowlabel inch by inch crazy
that leaves a retina burn of that girl
this house, his hands
my my my
the familiar bed, the working-bee Panda
something in the way he holds her -
nah, not this super-princess
robot vice positronic brain-beats
she's a simple switch, on-off-again
that's the mode, a la you see
it needs simple fool, oh yeah,
that's me