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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 a myth
I heard that kid
That one from St.

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

Well, he he's from St. Paul
But no, I you're right

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With many forms of energy till everyone
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll 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 believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Man, every thought he ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
thought 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 wild to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
you could break your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like this 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 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 throwin jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather him a uppercut than 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 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 when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no kids
Cause the tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a full of sugar makes 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 you to do more than 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 hair
But next time I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone 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 hands, people (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What planet is he
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*