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To out there...

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

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

No... heh... no
He ain't from St.

Well, he says from St. Paul
But no, I you're right

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
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 don't let them off the
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need 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 up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the must be broken

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

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would 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 ain't all about your
you could break your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet 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 is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do than push a broom to

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

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

Give you a, it up now, push it up
it up now! Push 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 is he from?
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*