(Blaze)
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"Look the history lessons over motherfuckas
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You still to learn one thing tho
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Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker
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Even if there¡¯s like 52 thousand rungs
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Man don¡¯t ever hesitate to get whatever it takes to get the motherfucking job done"
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(Blaze)
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There is one patch made of gravel and cobblestone
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Filled with paying dues and laced with potholes,
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I¡¯ll never quit
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Shit, I¡¯ll think I¡¯ll pull off to the side
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With one foot in the game, and the other on the grind
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Now my mind¡¯s been compared to a darkly lit alleyway
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With too many rats and that bitch for you to tally
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Now I¡¯m moving on up
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It's my timing, coming up short,
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not for long, I¡¯m steady climbin'
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(Esham)
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Climbin', rhymin' with the undying,
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filthy, never shining
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Always grinding, I made it three feet
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and I got three feet to go
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Cause been six feet under from a long time ago
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Me and Colton Grundy, bloody money
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Now I climb from the cemetary dirt under me
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From dust till dawn, when the sun be shining
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You¡¯ll see my hand come from underground
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Cause I¡¯m climbing
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(Chorus)
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I¡¯m climbing, I¡¯m rising, I¡¯m straight to the top
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Making blood splatter, don¡¯t matter, I ain¡¯t gonna stop
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And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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I¡¯m out here climbing, I¡¯m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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(Monoxide Child)
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Its a constant battle, for me to get to the top
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But when the ball drops, I¡¯m going bring the world to a stop
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I¡¯m a man on a mission,
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wishing everybody would just get up off me
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Maybe then I could breath,
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I¡¯m on my knees again
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Waiting for my chance to get away,
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hoping I¡¯ll be up there one day
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I¡¯ll never stop trying to climb, so ride my vine,
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and let me reach for mine
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And in time
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(Jamie Madrox)
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Hand over hand we climb, play the beat, and we rhyme
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See us on stage, throwing the fuck you sign
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The game is like a chain link fence
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So I¡¯m scaling that bitch with catlike reflexes,
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So I¡¯m saying that, if you ain¡¯t got no grip
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You need to find some two-way tape and get sticky with it
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Cause our shit is like magnets the way that it attracts
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They must be something that keeps it coming back,
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cause we¡¯re the shit
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(Chorus)
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I¡¯m climbing, I¡¯m rising, I¡¯m straight to the top
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Making blood splatter, don¡¯t matter, I ain¡¯t gonna stop
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And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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I¡¯m out here climbing, I¡¯m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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(Repeat 2x)
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I¡¯m gonna keep climbing ya¡¯ll (climbing ya¡¯ll)
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Straight to the top, I¡¯m soaring (I¡¯m soaring)
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Blood¡¯s gonna keep flying ya¡¯ll (flying ya¡¯ll)
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(Violent J)
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I get bloody if I have to, pillage and stab you
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Leave ya shredded,
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like a pack of polar bears done had you
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I don¡¯t give a shit, who has to die for me to fly
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Slice your legs off under your kness, and float by
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I'm who everybody hates, so I¡¯m leaving the stakes
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And I¡¯m passing through dimensions,
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on through the pearly gates
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I¡¯m from beyond the sun, I come to bomb you some
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And I¡¯m the one to get the goddamn job done
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(Blaze)
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My socks are moving, ain¡¯t worried what others doing
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Make my own path to the top, and it won¡¯t stop
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I¡¯m a grown man doing what a grown man does
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Taking all you suckas back to school, so pack a lunch
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I¡¯m like a scholar, with knowledge too real to collar
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Working on my next shit before I count a dollar
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Cause when you made it there you don¡¯t let go
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And don¡¯t look down until your in the ear of everyone in town
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(Chorus)
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I¡¯m climbing, I¡¯m rising, I¡¯m straight to the top
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Making blood splatter, don¡¯t matter, I ain¡¯t gonna stop
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And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
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I¡¯m out here climbing, I¡¯m whilin, this hatchet go chop
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(Repeat until end)
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I¡¯m gonna keep climbing ya¡¯ll (climbing ya¡¯ll)
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Straight to the top, I¡¯m soaring (I¡¯m soaring)
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Blood¡¯s gonna keep flying ya¡¯ll (flying ya¡¯ll)
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I¡¯m gonna keep climbing ya¡¯ll(climbing ya¡¯ll)
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I¡¯m gonna keep climbing ya¡¯ll (climbing ya¡¯ll)
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Straight to the top, I¡¯m soaring (I¡¯m soaring)
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Blood¡¯s gonna keep flying ya¡¯ll (flying y |