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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 from St.

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

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

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

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts feet
Now I take them on with me
But don't let them off the
Cause they 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 with a sentence(?) and a sentence 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 again and and again
Until my pen is inevitably from my finger skin
Lingering in the of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sprain my neck into dudes(?)
Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, on the down low
Meaning for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it what you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut than him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs 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
Rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm throwin jabs just to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push

From the north side to the southside, to the side to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you to set aside
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole
And those problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a headache with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
Vividly describin the pain of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't a [fuck]
But there's much I to like through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit 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 jabs just to get him to look
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin just to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) with a bracelet 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 won't no kids hand
Cause the challenge is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a full of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], my head isn't in town
I consume you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers
See the moon and the 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 life than [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair 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 had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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?
planet 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 bitchy wits of bags, diplomatic to the hip
Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and breath*