[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 more dope(?), 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 [f**k]    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]    Every mama I am(?) 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