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To out there...

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he says he's from St.
Cause it's, more marketable when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a little something this...

He dug in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
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 become a way of
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably 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 to keep cool, true, stays on the down 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 exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the machine be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Man, every he ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone 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 decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

Because I'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm throwin 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 give him a
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
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 bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the ground 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 full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a 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 next I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare

Yo, I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, 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 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, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches