| ‘Cause we climbing Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on, we don’t get practice
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| Climbing Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on…
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| Sun is everyday magic, wonder in life: laughter
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| Disaster abounds when we refuse capture
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| We livin' in the moment and on it go after
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| We think about tomorrow ‘cause sorrow is gonna happen
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| Lights from the camera, rework the action
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| We fight with the stamina just to please masses
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| Do what you got baby, you not an actor
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| It’s real life holding a knife, stabbing the atlas
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| Flow tight, keeping me right, my mind wander
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| CYNE kept me going, but damn I run harder
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| Scared of success but can’t handle failure
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| Worked with the best, but yet, I can’t tell ya
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| Doubt keep me down, but clout give me ground
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| ‘Round and around from hell to gold crowns
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| Highs to the lows, Seba Jun, he went home
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| God bless his soul. |
| To the stars he will go
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| ‘Cause we climbing Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on, we don’t get practice
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| Climbing Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on…
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| {Verse 2 — Substantial]
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| Heart of a lion, the lift of my mane and my pain are the same
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| Been a long road, carryin' a large load
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| Pressure got me hunchback like Quasimodo
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| No pain no gain unless we speaking of interests
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| It’s 4th quarter and it’s 4th down and inches
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| Down by four, need a touchdown for sure
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| Man, I gotta win, so there’s no point in kickin' it
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| Second place prize is a death certificate
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| Coach said, «There's hell to pay,» if I don’t play my part
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| Can’t fail today, gotta make my mark
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| And I do my best. |
| Man, we been double stressed out like Tip and Phife Dawg
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| I really can’t let my fam down
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| They’re the reason that I don’t quit and I fight hard
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| But even with the planet on my shoulders
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| I keep an underdog mentality with champion composure
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| ‘Cause we climbin' Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on, we don’t get practice
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| Climbin' Jakob’s Ladder
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| What’s the matter?
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| Do what you have to just to make magic
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| Make them ends meet ‘cause life’s so tragic
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| But yet we strive on…
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| So please, get me started ‘cause life’s a con artist
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| When you think it’s all roses, you notice it’s much harder
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| Needs to be protected, but some ready to sell it
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| Even cheaper than the things they desire—I don’t get it
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| Hope I never will rebuild the New Deal
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| To help the common man, and damn, we gonna live
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| Struggle will make you humble and even grippin' the muzzle
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| So help the less fortunate or we headed for trouble
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| A man not eatin' is a man not dreamin'
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| If a man not dreamin', then he might be schemin'
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| To get yours by any means and use force
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| ‘Cause he ain’t gonna starve while you eatin' a full course
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| Not even finishin', throwing it out, gigglin'
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| Remindin' him of the CEO’s of big businesses
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| Let’s get it together, we not innocent
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| And take life back to the genesis |