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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*