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To out there...

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

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

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With forms of energy till everyone repented
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 and again and again
Until my pen is inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep cool, true, stays 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 rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So he steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Man, every thought he ever had quietly sits in his
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 jabs to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone 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 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, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break back to state the facts and make them smile
While the in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
while you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But much I grew to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span 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 chair and stand up

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

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 kids
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume 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
There really is more to life bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair we got gray hair
But next I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady throwin 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 them hands, (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 of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*