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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 about that kid
That one St. Paul

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

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

Yeah, he he's from St. Paul
Cause it's, it's more marketable when you talk about from Earth
But it out
It goes a little like 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 them on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
Cause they might the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
Until my pen is inevitably from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, on the down low
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
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 thought he ever had sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a than give him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give 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, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And those problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

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

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
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a
Now a spoon of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my head in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that 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 bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray
But next time I ask you to think, please don't give me a stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
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 you a...

Give you a, push it up now, 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
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*