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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 heard that kid
That one from St.

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

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

Yeah, he says he's St. Paul
it's, it's more marketable when 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, only to learn is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on with me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the and get hit
a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many forms of energy till everyone
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, 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 depths of this of resendential
Fighting a 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 cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the must be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you to set aside
Well, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about 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 ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't
crush, when 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 give him a hook
So I'm steady 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 him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm throwin 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 you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up the ground when you get rich, man
I'll a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a full 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 that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they you to do more than push a broom to

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is more to than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got hair
But time 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 jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

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