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To out there...

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

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

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

Well, he says he's 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 something like this...

He dug deep in his system to find for others
Lost sleep, and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew
Now I take on walks with me
But don't let them off the
they 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 with a sentence(?) and a sentence a way of life
To the night with 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 battles 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 useful in the
Meaning it cheaper you believe to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he's exceeding the and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be

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

From the north side to the southside, to the wild to the pesticide
To the genocide to the homicide, you to set aside
Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the
Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would die
kid, you're the reason for my sore throat
PETTY (?), the war won't stop 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 them smile
the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're to this brain on tire ribbons
Givin a splittin headache with energetic
Livin as a shredded by the edge of misery
Vividly describin the pain inside of this
Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need
Interesting enough, you say you don't give a
But there's much I grew to like through this mic I clutch
So keep hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't
Plants crush, when the vocals of that named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your chair and up

Because I'd 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 give him a
Rather him a uppercut than give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs to get him to look
Every thought I ever had quietly in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship and a tin can
Get your down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man
I'll take a round of applause, but won't take no hand
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my without a kickstand
Now a spoon full of sugar makes the go down
In a room of [hookers], well my head isn't in town
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the
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, please don't give me a stare

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

Give you a, push it up now, 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
What is he from?
He goes, he goes, one, two
Up in silicone and ice cream 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, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And just to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
and catches breath*