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To out there...

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

I think a myth
I about that kid
That one from St.

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to nutrition for others
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
Cause they cross the street and get hit
a second, I pretended to need 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
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

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

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you to set aside
Well, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
Cause you could break back to state the facts and make them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't 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 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 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 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 take no hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the
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 bustin and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
But next 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 jabs to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's 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?
planet 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, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches