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To out there...

Speaking of out
of out there
Where's he
from some other planet, I heard
He traveled...

I think that's a
I about that kid
one from St. Paul

No... heh... no
He from St. Paul

Well, he says he's St. Paul
But no, I think you're

Yeah, he says he's from St.
it's, it's more marketable when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a little something this...

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of energy till everyone
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the must be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Man, every thought he had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a

From the north side to the southside, to the side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
while you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like this mic that I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because I'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they you to do more than push a broom to

Tune rolls to your head, and you to see
really is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, please give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! it up
Lemme see hands, people (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What planet is he
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*