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To out there...

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

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

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

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

Yeah, he says he's St. Paul
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 deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I them on walks with me
But don't let off the leash
they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I to need a friendship
With many forms of 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 and again and again
my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool of
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 for the bleeding, is it useful in the council
Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the must be broken

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Man, every thought he had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid 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 in his book
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 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 would die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't till you hop in a porthole
And sort problems out, child, it ain't all about your style
Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make them
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin with energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic shredded by the of misery
describin the pain inside of this entity
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to sympathy
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your attention up
now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants crush, when the vocals of that local 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
thought I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every thought I had quietly sits in his book
For anyone afraid to jump, let me give 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 won't no kids hand
Cause the challenge is to balance my bike without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the
See the moon and the fact pushing you to do more than push a broom to

Tune to your 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 give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather him a uppercut than give 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 to jump, let me give you a...

Give you a, it up now, push it up
it up now! Push 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?
planet is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!)
(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 grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just listen to the RC can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*