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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 about that kid
one from St. Paul

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

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

Yeah, he says from St. Paul
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 in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, my thoughts grew feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let them off the
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need a friendship
With forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next 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 of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the must 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 in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather him a uppercut than 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 anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
kid, you're the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop you hop in a porthole
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 to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

Because I'd give him a uppercut than give 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 that's afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a uppercut give 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 give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and that the lookers
See the moon and the fact 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 than bustin [guns] and smokin
But we proceed to say it fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, please don't give me a stare

Yo, cause I'd give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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 planet is he
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
grab your partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches