Pushing Buttons (Eyedea)

[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*