[20 second instrumental to open]
[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, ītil we die
[Tha Trademarc]
For what itīs worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not right
Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh
The only darkness ahead of meīs the shadow I cast in my path
(Whatīs that?) Thatīs the weight of my craft
I breathe easy, and let my chest slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist (yo put me on)
Yeah, all that talkīs a waste
Cause I can read a manīs thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything live
And I vibe, ainīt nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive
And ride beats dog, thatīs where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, thatīs my guide
And if I got legit beef, I donīt let it slide - what now
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
My brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical
Hustle in my blood, thatīs the only thing thatīs logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
I ainīt stoppin ītil I own the field that yīall play on
Desperado - eyes like a bird of prey
Cold soldier - crack snap your vertebrae
No heater - flow sweeter than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip
Quite wide on the benjamin clip
Might slide but we ainīt gonna slip - no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what?
Yīall get the globe if they measure in, lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the mental work
Fuck a verse - I rearrange your dental work
And when it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys; yīall just the Chrysler knockoffs
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc]
But thatīs life, yeah you hearin me right
Itīs like I had to find the black of night
come back to life with master insight that shine bright - Iīm always learnin
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin
Itīs sort of strange, my philosophyīs changed
I take chances, jump before the waterīs in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains
is lookin back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances
Man itīs all a big game, thatīs why it doesnīt mean a thing
That I get money and fame, itīs all the same
if you call me Trademarc or if you know my real name
Marc Predka ainīt attached to ego
Heīs a hero for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow
Itīs not lip service I donīt speak to hear myself talk
And I donīt wanna be a teacher; Iīm grateful for all Iīve been taught
[Chorus]
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