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To out there...

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

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

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 St. Paul
Cause it's, it's marketable when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It a little something like this...

He dug deep in his system to find for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
Now I take on walks with me
But let them off the leash
they might cross 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 my notebook, then wake 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
a million 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 in the council
Meaning it what 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 rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So he steady jabs just to get him to look
Man, every thought he ever had quietly in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
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 sits 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, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war stop 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 pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

Because I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever 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 that's afraid to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
take a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go
In a full 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 pushing you to do more push a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't 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
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
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
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?
planet 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 bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa,
and catches breath*