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

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

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

Yeah, he says he's from St.
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 in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let them off the
Cause they cross the street and get hit
a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many forms of energy everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence a way of life
To stay the night my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and
Until my pen is inevitably 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(?)
my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low
Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the 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 he ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a
Rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So I'm throwin 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 him a

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 just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you just die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war stop till you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your 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
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the of that local 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 throwin jabs 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
Rather give him a uppercut than give him a
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 you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but take no kids hand
the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go
In a room full of [hookers], my head isn't in town
I what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the fact they you to do more than push a broom to

Tune rolls to your head, and you to see
There really is more to life 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 stare

Yo, cause 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 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 them hands, (Push em up now!)

(overlapping Eyedea)
it up now!
it up now!
Push it up, it up now!

What planet is he
What planet is he
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream maintain mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, hip hop around now, now, now
Just your partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*