To out there...
Speaking of out of out there Where's he He's some other planet, I heard He traveled...
I that's a myth I about that kid That one St. Paul
No... heh... no He ain't from St.
Well, he says he's St. Paul But no, I think right
Yeah, he says from St. Paul Cause it's, it's more marketable when you talk you're from Earth But it out It goes a something like this...
He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive Talk was cheap, my thoughts grew feet Now I take them on walks me But let them off the leash Cause they might cross the and get hit Listen a second, I to need a friendship many forms of energy till everyone repented Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life To the night 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 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 Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens But the machine must be
Cause he'd rather give him a than give him a hook So he throwin jabs just to get him to look Man, every thought he had quietly sits in his book For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push 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 anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push
From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the To the to the homicide, you decide to set aside Well, a side, any side, are you along just for the ride? Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a 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 the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons Strainin while listenin to this brain on tire ribbons a splittin headache with energetic delivery Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery Vividly the pain inside 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 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 of that local named Eyedea hit your ear So c'mon, get your and stand up
Because I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look thought I ever 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 jabs just to get him to look Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a push
BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can Get your business and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man I'll take a round of applause, but won't no kids hand Cause the tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do than push a broom to Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see There really is more to life than bustin 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 stare
Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...
Give you a, push it up now, it up it up now! Push 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 is he from? He goes, he goes, one, two Up in and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!) (some jibberish) ...better play with my wood, D-E-A, bombard bitchy of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now Just grab your partnee and And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa *laughs and catches