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I will get by |
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Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die |
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For what it's worth |
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I see the purpose of life |
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I see below the surface and the version that you know |
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And hold is not right, man, |
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I oughta just laugh |
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The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow |
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I cast in my path(What's that?) |
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That's the weight of my craft |
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I breathe easy and let my chest slowly contract |
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And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift |
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If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist(Yo, put me on) |
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Yeah, all that talk's a waste' |
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Cuz I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face |
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Hold five, everything live |
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And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive |
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But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive |
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And ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive |
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And keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide |
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And if I got legit beef, |
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I don't let it slide, what now |
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I will get by |
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Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die |
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My brain is impossible to thinkin' philosophical |
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Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical |
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The only thing |
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I gotta do to stay on or stay strong |
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I ain't stoppin' 'til |
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I own the field that y'all play on |
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Desperado, eyes like a bird of prey |
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Cold soldier, crack snap your vertebrae |
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No heater, flow sweeter than |
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CohibaCinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip |
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Quite wide on the |
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Benjamin Clip |
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Might slide but we ain't gonna slip, no way |
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If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what? |
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Y'all get the globe if they measure in lyrical worth |
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Trademarc flow first, make the mental work |
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Fuck a verse, |
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I rearrange your dental work |
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And when it pop off, we not soft |
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We like the |
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Bentleys, y'all just the |
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Chrysler knockoffs |
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I will get by |
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Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die |
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But that's life, yeah, you hearin' me right |
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It's like |
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I had to find the black of night |
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Come back to life with master insight that shine bright |
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I'm always learnin' |
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My burden, to blow up gifts like this, |
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I must endure the slow burnin' |
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It's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed |
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I take chances, jump before the water's in range |
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And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains |
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Is lookin' back at my life it never seems like |
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I wasted glances |
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Man, it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing |
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That I get money and fame, it's all the same |
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If you call me |
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Trademarc or if you know my real name |
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Marc Predka ain't attached to ego |
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He's a hero for the average people, a blessing |
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Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow |
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It's not lip service, |
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I don't speak to hear myself talk |
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And I don't wanna be a teacher; |
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I'm grateful for all |
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I've been taught |
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I will get by |
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Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die |
