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

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let them off the
Cause might 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 with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night 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
a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to cool, true, stays on the down low
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the 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 to get him to look
Man, every thought he had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push
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 sits in his
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 decide to set
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 for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it all about your style
Cause you could break your back to the facts and make them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your attention 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 your chair and up

Because I'd give him a uppercut 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 that's 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
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up the ground when you get rich, man
I'll a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go
In a room full of [hookers], well my isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we to say it ain't fair until we got gray 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 than give him a
So I'm steady 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 you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
Push it up now! 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 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 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 partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches