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jake palumbo – jake it till you make it lyrics

hook:

born at the bottom of the mountain in a manger
stuck to my guns even in the face of danger
unemployed intern, to captain of the squad
i defied authorities & then defied the odds
i was too old, too weird, too country, too smart
too tough to die, iron man with a new heart
life give you nothing, gotta mask up & take it
get it how you live
jake it till you make it

verse 1:

whirlwind train ride, elevated speed
last of a dying breed, least likely to succeed
tell me how this hillbilly pr-ck nabbed the t-tle
with a bottle of barbiturates & frank zappa vinyl
a little bit trippy that this trip been a decade
me & jak dizzle splitting half a chicken sandwich
went from bedroom producing to manhattan real estate
i’m tryna make a million in change & then vanish
never signed a slave deal, my servitude indentured
made obscurity a profitable venture
payed as an engineer, slept on artist
production conquers, my slaps slap hardest
i need to rehabilitate & make some confessions
why am i still in this godforsaken profession?
if you’ve got a little time i’ll try to make this story brief
40 chapters underneath from these tennessee streets

(repeat hook)

verse 2:

the winter was cold, my pops just popped himself
god bless the dead, als just stopped his health
i became a cold calculated being
handpicked my comrades with amalgamated dreams
moms lost the house had to move into a trailer
i feel like my family’s only hope, i can’t fail her
in the midst of armageddon
i was rapping with the p-ssion of a reverend
jak moved in, combined our efforts
i gave $800 to a dude named travis
the statue has p-ssed plus we paid our d-mn taxes
he got robbed with my money but eventually flipped it
sp-celab recordings was officially scripted
i faxed in an order for 1,000 cd’s
quit my job at sears, told my boss to see deez
ambitiously antic-p-te markets i ain’t conquered yet
but there ain’t a local rap scene, i d-mn near starved to death

(repeat hook)

verse 3:

tried to put johnson city on the map to no avail
drug problem, 110 lbs. looking frail
2006 it was die or get a new bag of tricks
packed up my ’93 jeep said goodbye to the sticks
headed up i-26
$80 to my name, found a job the 1st week
on the n train, greasy from the air compressor shop
nothing bout me was fleek
oldest intern employed by progressive music studios
in the film center building
a year of volunteering got a job as a manager
at play studios on the hunt like a scavenger
with a c-ke head owner & a lot of bounced paychecks
still played my shows every state that would pay me
in business for myself cause the industry drained me
but i outlasted every -sshole that tried to play me

- jake palumbo lyrics

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