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

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

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 about from Earth
But it out
It goes a little something this...

He dug deep in his system to find for others
sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take on walks with me
But let them off the leash
Cause they might the street and get hit
a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

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

From the side 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 along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you break your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that 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 just to get him to
Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a

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 of applause, but won't take no kids hand
the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the go down
In a full of [hookers], well 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 than a broom to

Tune rolls to 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, please give me a blank stare

Yo, I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly 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 is he from?
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, bombard wits 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 listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches