[Abilities] 

To everyone out there... 



[Eyedea] 

Speaking of out there 

SPEAKING of out there 

Where's he from? 

He's from some other planet, I heard 

He traveled... 



[Abilities] 

I think that's a myth 

I heard about that kid 

That one from St. Paul 



[Eyedea] 

No... heh... no 

He ain't from St. Paul 



[Abilities] 

Well, he says he's from St. Paul 

But no, I think you're right 



[Eyedea] 

Yeah, he says he's from St. Paul 

Cause it's, it's more marketable when you talk about you're from Earth 

But check it out 

It goes a little something like this... 



He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for others 

Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive 

Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet 

Now I take them on walks with me 

But don't let them off the leash 

Cause they might cross the street and get hit 

Listen a second, I pretended to need a friendship 

With many forms of energy till everyone repented 

Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life 

To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write 

Again, and again, and again and again and again and again 

Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin 

Lingering in the depths of this pool of resendential 

Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck into dudes(?) 

Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low 

Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council 

Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment 

Yeah, he's exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens 

But the machine must be broken 



[Chorus] 

Cause he'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook 

So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to look 

Man, every thought he ever had quietly sits in his book 

For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push 

Rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook 

So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to look 

Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book 

For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push 



[Eyedea] 

From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide 

To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set aside 

Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the ride? 

Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would just die 

Cause kid, you're the reason for my sore throat 

PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won't stop till you hop in a porthole 

And sort those problems out, child, it ain't all about your style 

Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make them smile 

While the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons 

Strainin while you're listenin to this brain on tire ribbons 

Givin a splittin headache with energetic delivery 

Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery 

Vividly describin the pain inside of this entity 

Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy 

Interesting enough, you say you don't give a [fuck] 

But there's much I grew to like through this mic that I clutch 

So keep your hands down, and put your attention span up 

Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch 

Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear 

So c'mon, get your chair and stand up 



[Chorus] 

Because I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook 

So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to look 

Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book 

For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give him a push 

Rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook 

So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to look 

Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book 

For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a push 



[Eyedea] 

BURY MY MIND(?) with a friendship bracelet and a tin can 

Get your business 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 kids hand 

Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand 

Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down 

In a room full of [hookers], well my head isn't in town 

I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers 

See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a broom to 

cushion 

Tune rolls to your head, and enables you to see 

There really is more to life than bustin [guns] and smokin [weed] 

But we proceed to say it ain't fair until we got gray hair 

But next time I ask you to think, please don't give me a blank stare 



[Chorus] 

Yo, cause I'd rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook 

So I'm steady throwin jabs just to get him to look 

Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book 

For anyone that's afraid to jump, let me give you a... 



[Eyedea] 

Give you a, push it up now, push it up 

Push it up now!  Push it up 

Lemme see them hands, people (Push em up now!) 



[Abilities] (overlapping Eyedea) 

Push it up now! 

Push it up now! 

Push it up, push it up now! 



[Eyedea] 

What planet is he from? 

What planet is he from? 

He goes, he goes, one, two 

Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!) 

(some jibberish) ...better play with my wood, E-Y-E 

D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip 

Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop around now, now, now 

Just grab your partnee and dozie-dough 

And just listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa 

*laughs and catches breath*