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Pick me up, I’ve fallin’ again
Comin’ back around like a record spins
So take the needle off me cuz’ I’m not for play
I came along way to make the hate decay
Never miss a beat and there’s no delay
With the message I convey it’s the real I say,
That it’s so easy to fall apart
It won’t change with the wealth if you’re lost form the start.
The equation’s lovin’ plus the hatin’,
Good minus evil so the sum’s what we’re facin’
So I rise high with elevation
Trying to deny any negative vibration

Marc:

I wish the rain would reverse its flow and go back to the world where it came from
Follow close keep my head down low, I keep my head down low
For there’s a falls pourin’ down on us all and there must be a source up above
See to me there’s a lake flowin’ over, with the waters of love

Rise, rise high
It’s just so easy to let it all fall by the wayside 2x
Gotta get up, gotta get up.
Come on’
Gotta get up, gotta get up
Keep rappin’ x 2

Remain humble in the concrete jungle
Gotta rise high, or watch it all crumble
Diggin’ for facts, I’m puttin’ meaning in tracks
For people with backpacks chillin’ with dub sacks
He who acts a fool, might not be the fool
See the golden rule is tarnished like an old forgotten jewel
It needs polishing, I wallow in the now
I question the what, why, when, where and how
No white towel cuz’ given up is too foul
Life’s similar to the Dow- it’s up and down.
Smiles fade into a frown, but that’s in any part of town
Gotta check how ya livin’ or you’ll drown.
Some live for others seein’ people as their brothers
While the suckers curse their mothers leavin’ others under white covers.
See, some are livin’ righteous sayin’ screw the midas touch,
Some think they own the world using platinum as their only crutch.
The microphone, amplifies my dome, so you can hear my thoughts inside your home.
So don’t change your style to be sold on isle 2,
Cuz’ when your time’s up, no one will care about you.
You’ll wish you hadn’t tried to be something that you’re not.
You’ll lose all you got cuz’ you tried to make it hot.
You’ll drop from the top like the rock of Gibraltar.
Fall off the ladder of success, no one caught ya…

Rise, rise high
It’s just so easy to let it all fall by the wayside 2x
Gotta get up, gotta get up.
Come on’
Gotta get up, gotta get up
Keep rappin’ x 2
Pick me up, I’ve fallin’ again   Comin’ back around like a record spins   So take the needle off me cuz’ I’m not for play   I came along way to make the hate decay   Never miss a beat and there’s no delay   With the message I convey it’s the real I say,   That it’s so easy to fall apart   It won’t change with the wealth if you’re lost form the start.   The equation’s lovin’ plus the hatin’,   Good minus evil so the sum’s what we’re facin’   So I rise high with elevation   Trying to deny any negative vibration      Marc:      I wish the rain would reverse its flow and go back to the world where it came from   Follow close keep my head down low, I keep my head down low   For there’s a falls pourin’ down on us all and there must be a source up above   See to me there’s a lake flowin’ over, with the waters of love      Rise, rise high   It’s just so easy to let it all fall by the wayside 2x   Gotta get up, gotta get up.   Come on’   Gotta get up, gotta get up   Keep rappin’ x 2      Remain humble in the concrete jungle   Gotta rise high, or watch it all crumble   Diggin’ for facts, I’m puttin’ meaning in tracks   For people with backpacks chillin’ with dub sacks   He who acts a fool, might not be the fool   See the golden rule is tarnished like an old forgotten jewel   It needs polishing, I wallow in the now   I question the what, why, when, where and how   No white towel cuz’ given up is too foul   Life’s similar to the Dow- it’s up and down.   Smiles fade into a frown, but that’s in any part of town   Gotta check how ya livin’ or you’ll drown.   Some live for others seein’ people as their brothers   While the suckers curse their mothers leavin’ others under white covers.   See, some are livin’ righteous sayin’ screw the midas touch,   Some think they own the world using platinum as their only crutch.   The microphone, amplifies my dome, so you can hear my thoughts inside your home.   So don’t change your style to be sold on isle 2,   Cuz’ when your time’s up, no one will care about you.   You’ll wish you hadn’t tried to be something that you’re not.   You’ll lose all you got cuz’ you tried to make it hot.   You’ll drop from the top like the rock of Gibraltar.   Fall off the ladder of success, no one caught ya…      Rise, rise high   It’s just so easy to let it all fall by the wayside 2x   Gotta get up, gotta get up.   Come on’   Gotta get up, gotta get up   Keep rappin’ x 2