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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 about kid
That one St. Paul

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

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

Yeah, he says he's from St.
Cause it's, it's more marketable you talk about you're from Earth
But it out
It goes a something like this...

He dug deep in his to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my grew feet
Now I take them on walks me
But don't let off the leash
Cause they cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to a friendship
many forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of
To stay the night my notebook, then wake up the next day to write
Again, and again, and and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably from my finger skin
in the depths of this pool of resendential
Fighting a and ten inner battles 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 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 give him a
So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Man, every thought he ever had quietly in his book
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 side to the
To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set
Well, pick a side, any side, are you just for the ride?
Oh me oh me oh my, I you would just die
Cause kid, you're the reason for my throat
PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a
And sort those 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 listenin to this brain on ribbons
Givin a splittin headache energetic delivery
Livin as a poetic 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 mic that I clutch
So your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you touch
Plants crush, when the of that local named Eyedea hit your ear
So c'mon, get your 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 I ever had quietly sits in his book
For that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push
Rather give him a 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 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 won't take no kids
Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike a kickstand
Now a full of sugar makes the medicine go down
In a room full of [hookers], well my head isn't in
I consume what you, shoulda, and assume the lookers
See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than a broom to

Tune rolls to head, and enables you to see
There really is more to than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed]
But we proceed to say it ain't fair we got gray hair
But time I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut give him a hook
So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to
Every I ever had quietly sits in his book
For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me 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 planet is he
What planet is he
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, hip hop around now, now, now
Just grab partnee and dozie-dough
And listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa
*laughs and catches