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

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

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

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I them on walks with me
But let them off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of energy everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep 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 the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So he steady 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 steady throwin jabs 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

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 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 state the facts and make them
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't 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, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
take a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go
In a room full of [hookers], my head 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 rolls to your head, and you to see
There really is more to life bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, 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 just to get him to
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid 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 planet is he
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
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 listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa,
*laughs and catches