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

No... heh... no
He from St. Paul

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

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

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, to learn love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
Cause might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then 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 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
it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and me tokens
But the machine be broken

Cause he'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So he steady throwin just to get him to look
Man, every thought he had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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 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, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
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 stop till you hop in a
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all your style
Cause you could break your back to state the and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, 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 pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your attention 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 rather give him a uppercut than 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 to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a than give 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 afraid to jump, let me give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your down 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 tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my head in town
I consume you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact pushing you to do more than push a broom to

Tune to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it fair until we got gray hair
But next time I ask you to think, don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather 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 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 is he from?
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better with my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
grab your partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches