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

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

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

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

He dug in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let them off the
Cause might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a
With many forms of till everyone repented
Now I'm end this a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life
To the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and again and and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a million and ten inner that'll sprain my neck into 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 me tokens
But the must be broken

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the
To the to the homicide, you decide to set aside
Well, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
Cause kid, you're the for my sore throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort those out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could your back to state the facts and make them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you give a [fuck]
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put attention span up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get chair and stand up

Because I'd rather give him a than give 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 afraid to jump, let me him a push
Rather give him a than 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 afraid to jump, let me give you a push

BURY MY MIND(?) a friendship bracelet and a tin can
Get your business down and dig me up outta the ground you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but take no kids hand
Cause the tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the go down
In a room full of [hookers], 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 to your head, and enables you to see
There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and [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, cause I'd rather give him a than give him a hook
So I'm steady jabs just to get him to look
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
Push it up now! it up
see them hands, people (Push em up now!)

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

What planet is he
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream glish mill (?!)
(some jibberish) ...better play my wood, E-Y-E
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 grab your and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*