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I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

For what worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the that you know
And hold is not right, man, I just laugh
The only darkness ahead of the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?)
That's the of my craft
I breathe and let my chest slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform baby not to
If you wanna make it all, you persist
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that a waste
'Cuz I can read a man's by the way the lines cross his face
five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought day would arrive
But I balance my talents a hope and a drive
And ride dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, my guide
And if I got beef, I don't let it slide, what now

I get by
Touch the sky, time to fly we die

My brain is impossible to philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the thing that's logical
The only thing I do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all on
Desperado, eyes like a bird of
Cold soldier, snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the whip

Quite on the Benjamin Clip
Might but we ain't gonna slip, no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess
Y'all get the globe if they in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the mental
Fuck a verse, I rearrange dental work
And it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the Chrysler

I get by
Touch the sky, time to fly we die

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's like I had to find the of night
Come back to life with master insight shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to blow up like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all remains
Is lookin' back at my it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get and fame, it's all the same
If you call me or if you know my real name
Marc ain't attached to ego
a hero for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to hear talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm for all I've been taught

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die