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To out there...

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

I think a myth
I heard about kid
That one St. Paul

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

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

Yeah, he says from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more 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 nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on 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 forms of energy everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner 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 useful in the
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the to the homicide, you decide 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, you're the reason for my throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop 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
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're listenin to this on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a 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 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 afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs 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 push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my head isn't in
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 rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had 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 planet is he
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(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, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab your and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*