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To out there...

Speaking of out
of out there
Where's he
He's 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 from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more marketable you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a little like this...

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
Now I take them on with me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence a way of life
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

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

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your 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 balance my without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my isn't in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than [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 don't me a blank stare

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

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

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

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