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To out there...

Speaking of out
of out there
Where's he
He's from some planet, I heard
He traveled...

I that's a myth
I heard that kid
That one St. Paul

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

Well, he says from St. Paul
But no, I think right

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

He dug in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
Cause they cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
With many of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the night with my notebook, then up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
Lingering in the depths of this of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck 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 to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me
But the machine must be

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

From the north to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide
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 you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about your
Cause you could break your to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a splittin 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
enough, you say you don't give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
Understand now, man, is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your and stand up

Because I'd rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I 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 throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits 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 business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but take no kids hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of makes the medicine go down
In a full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more push a broom to

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

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a
So I'm steady throwin 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...

Give you a, push it up now, it up
it up now! Push it up
Lemme see them hands, (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 glish (?!)
(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, said hip hop now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*