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[Chorus: female singer]
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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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[Tha Trademarc]
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For what it's worth I see the purpose of life
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I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not right
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Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh
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The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
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(What's that?) 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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Cause 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, I don't let it slide - what now
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[Chorus]
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[John Cena]
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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 I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
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I ain't stoppin 'til 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 Cohiba
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Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip
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Quite wide on the 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 - I rearrange your dental work
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And when it pop off, we not soft
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We like the Bentleys; y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs
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[Chorus]
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[Tha Trademarc]
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But that's life, yeah you hearin me right
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It's like I had to find the black of night
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come back to life with master insight that shine bright - I'm always learnin
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My burden, to blow up gifts like this, 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 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 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 I don't speak to hear myself talk
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And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught
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[Chorus]
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What Now
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John Cena |