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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 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