Infinite Climb by Marcus Anthony Lyrics
[Verse 1: Marcus Anthony]
I know I'm young, but theres only limited time
My makin jams for tha fam on an infinite climb
A different design, just plotting it got hot i wanna master it
Single mother Neva was dad, I was the bastard kid
I wasn't having it, resorted into to rappin it
Even if i told my story, you don't know the half of it
And I don't mean to come across with the attitude
I'm not even mad at you, be a little practical
Yea you asked for my advice, and then I told you
Please suck it up man do like a vacuum do
Plus I told you I'm not with the stress,
I'm never gunna sleep at the top I will rest
Till then, I'm hopin I can send out music
Workin on the negatives & take'm to tha sewage
I do this, im ready in every situation
Takin my mind ona different kinda level
I'm not talkin bout some drugs or signin with the devil
I'm a real ass person, I'm worth something
Rhymes so incredible food for thought like edibles
Came to cure the rap game, so call it medical
M-a-r-c-u-s, nd I'm always gettin' betta
And whatever the weather, I'ma stay getting smarter
And when its harder I really gotta practice just to embrace it.
Cuz im doin it to Chase it, now I really wanna lace it
Am I basic? Hell naw, neva was
I know that music is a hell of drug, maybe I'll take it far
But either way its gravy cuz it saved me hasnt paid me
You can hate me but that not why I'm doin it
Persuing for stupid shit that isn't like me
I'm livin in the bay, what can I say I witnessed hyphy
I always do what it takes, You know I'm using the rakes
To steady move all the fakes for god sakes I'm out
[Verse 2: Mc Mex]
So let me tell you bout these 2 kids
Music is what they want and risk it they abuse instrumentals
Is there anyone around who'd like to help or make a beat
Get us featured with some people get us running on our feet
Hopin I can be on top at the age of 23
I know theirs doubters and theirs haters but who are they to me
Either come along and see or lead your march into retreat
Understand that what I say I leave it all up on the beat
Go to school for a degree but what if I don't want to be
A part of this economy the place we call the united states
We oughtta be paying back the people we owe
Or watch the anger towards uncle Sam increasingly grow
The problem ain't Obama the media can change the innocent into monsters
The citizens they watch and form opinion never thought this world would come to what it's at just a country full of followers stabbing in the back
You think you know them but they act in different ways
That make me understand the truth and see the facts of what I had
But now the feeling has me askin why I love to lose and rap
About the loss of all the people that I push into the past
I know I'm young, but theres only limited time
My makin jams for tha fam on an infinite climb
A different design, just plotting it got hot i wanna master it
Single mother Neva was dad, I was the bastard kid
I wasn't having it, resorted into to rappin it
Even if i told my story, you don't know the half of it
And I don't mean to come across with the attitude
I'm not even mad at you, be a little practical
Yea you asked for my advice, and then I told you
Please suck it up man do like a vacuum do
Plus I told you I'm not with the stress,
I'm never gunna sleep at the top I will rest
Till then, I'm hopin I can send out music
Workin on the negatives & take'm to tha sewage
I do this, im ready in every situation
Takin my mind ona different kinda level
I'm not talkin bout some drugs or signin with the devil
I'm a real ass person, I'm worth something
Rhymes so incredible food for thought like edibles
Came to cure the rap game, so call it medical
M-a-r-c-u-s, nd I'm always gettin' betta
And whatever the weather, I'ma stay getting smarter
And when its harder I really gotta practice just to embrace it.
Cuz im doin it to Chase it, now I really wanna lace it
Am I basic? Hell naw, neva was
I know that music is a hell of drug, maybe I'll take it far
But either way its gravy cuz it saved me hasnt paid me
You can hate me but that not why I'm doin it
Persuing for stupid shit that isn't like me
I'm livin in the bay, what can I say I witnessed hyphy
I always do what it takes, You know I'm using the rakes
To steady move all the fakes for god sakes I'm out
[Verse 2: Mc Mex]
So let me tell you bout these 2 kids
Music is what they want and risk it they abuse instrumentals
Is there anyone around who'd like to help or make a beat
Get us featured with some people get us running on our feet
Hopin I can be on top at the age of 23
I know theirs doubters and theirs haters but who are they to me
Either come along and see or lead your march into retreat
Understand that what I say I leave it all up on the beat
Go to school for a degree but what if I don't want to be
A part of this economy the place we call the united states
We oughtta be paying back the people we owe
Or watch the anger towards uncle Sam increasingly grow
The problem ain't Obama the media can change the innocent into monsters
The citizens they watch and form opinion never thought this world would come to what it's at just a country full of followers stabbing in the back
You think you know them but they act in different ways
That make me understand the truth and see the facts of what I had
But now the feeling has me askin why I love to lose and rap
About the loss of all the people that I push into the past