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To out there...

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

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

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

Well, he says from St. Paul
But no, I think right

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 nutrition for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let them off the
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With many of energy till 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 again and
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to cool, true, stays on the down low
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the must be broken

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

From the side 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 just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the and make them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But much I grew to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because 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 had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give 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 sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a push

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

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
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 him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I 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 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 is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with 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 and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*