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To out there...

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

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

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 more when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a something like this...

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But let them off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of energy till repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
my pen is inevitably 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 cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the must be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the side to the pesticide
To the to the homicide, you decide to set aside
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up 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 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 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 time I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank 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
thought I ever 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
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 planet is he
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy of par-tea bags, diplomatic 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 can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*