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To out there...

Speaking of out
of out there
Where's he
He's from some planet, I heard
He traveled...

I think that's a
I heard about kid
one from St. Paul

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

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

Yeah, he says he's St. Paul
Cause it's, more marketable when you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a little something 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
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my skin
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?)
my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning 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 feeding me
But the machine be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
kid, you're the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all your style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

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

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the ground 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 full of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and that 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 more to life than bustin [guns] and [weed]
But we proceed to say it fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, please don't me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly 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 them hands, (Push em up now!)

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

What is he from?
planet is he from?
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, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches