Yea the man and the myth. The whispers the gossip. Words from a chick. He oh so cute. And he down to earth too. You can call me moon man. And I'm just visitin'. No beyond the beats. To lyrics you are listenin'. Everything I am is probably everything they not so. You can call me moon man. I have no plan. I just landed here to approach those lames. With the weakest of ears. Stop livin' in fear. Even though shits eerie. No matter the cost. Motha fuckas will hear me. And I will out shine and out rhyme those lames you don't cut it. Midwest cleveland niggas. Please (in love it)?. You can call me moon man. To the haters who still puzzle. It's okay I'm a dog who still muzzle. But once I'm unleashed like jet li. I'm kickin' it. You can call me moon man. Like a tribe of questin. Supplyin like a radio hot line request on the radio. Somewhat mentally challenged like radio. Can't fade me. Like a bad barber. It's new sound it's eat pill. Take it at your own risk word the email. I don't know b that's the words of patrick. You can call me moon man. Shit it so damn sick. No antibiotic can ever fuckin stop it. If you copped it. Please od. You can call me moon man. If not for me please do it for music. I make immortal songs for the mortals to cruise with. For mortals to live with. Expand they realm. For my people free. Find peace in these. You won't be free. 'till you live on the stars. Shootin' by the moon. I'll be seeing you soon. But for now I'm away steppin'. Put me up in your away message. Word for word I keep rollin' on 'em. Rollin' on 'em. Wha wha wha wha. I keep rollin on 'em rollin' on 'em. I'm rollin' on 'em. Next.. Raaaaage. -harry kessler