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To out there...

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

I think a myth
I heard about kid
That one St. Paul

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to find for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take 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 a friendship
With many forms of energy till repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool of
Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my into dudes(?)
my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild 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 wish you just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about style
Cause you break your back to state the facts 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 shredded by the edge of
Vividly describin the inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all to need sympathy
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and 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 I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet 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 take no hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my head in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume 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 more to life than bustin and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push 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
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood,
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab your partnee and
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*