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To out there...

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he says he's from St.
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 system to find for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But don't let off the leash
Cause they might the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With many forms of energy everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool of
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

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

From the side to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
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 would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
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 them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's I grew to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and 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 quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a 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 you a

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

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

Yo, cause I'd 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 that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

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