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To out there...

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

I think a myth
I heard that kid
one from St. Paul

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

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

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

He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to 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
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many forms of till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inseparable from 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
proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the must 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, thought he ever had quietly sits in his book
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 I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a

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 you would just die
Cause kid, the reason for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't
Plants crush, when the vocals of local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because I'd give him a uppercut than give 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 give him a
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the when you get rich, man
I'll take a of applause, but won't take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a broom to

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

Yo, I'd rather 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 in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! 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 play with my wood,
D-E-A, bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches