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To out there...

Speaking of out
SPEAKING of out
Where's he
He's from some other planet, I
He traveled...

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

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

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

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

He dug in his system 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 don't let them off the
Cause they might cross the and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a 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 and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the
Meaning it cheaper what you to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the machine be broken

Cause he'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Man, thought he ever had quietly 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 thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push

From the north side to the southside, to the side 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, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep your down, and put your attention span up
now, man, sound 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 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 quietly in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs 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(?) with a bracelet and a tin can
Get business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll a round of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a
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 push a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is to life than 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, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd give him a uppercut 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 to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
Push it up now! it up
see them 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 par-tea bags, 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
and catches breath*