Lin-Miranda Have you not what we can do? I write shows stacked with black and Puerto dudes I ride slow to avoid procedurals We write because I build'em like cathedrals I used to do my in the back of the bodega with Abuela Savin' up to get a I stayed up to tape John "Spic-O-Rama" Now I plays I literally came to the drama
And a monument to hip-hop I up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought up in a big wok (whooo) I back up that big talk
I'm on various projects I'm writing a song for the next You can that I got And I got next
I'm full of it might a minute to digest I'm gunning for Prizes It's a bit of a But I got a Grammy, got a Tony, got an Emmy, Goddamnit, somebody show me the way to the
But I digress... Hamilton, God Puerto Rico, see all y'all at the Richard
Mother of two One Life To Live So jump on but I've got no fuck to give I came to represent the ladies in our we know the founding fathers but the mothers are a
Spitting bars harder than Joan of armor Rosa Park's car Bustin' out Farmer Airborne with Amelia walking tight ropes Me and Pocahontas givin' smallpox to folks
out swinging Like and Serena On the screen I the queens Nefertiti to Latifah Ain't I a woman like I'm the Truth on the Bible: Book of Esther; of Ruth
Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot Harriet And Marie Curie brought some shit so hot we had to it Get my lariat, I'm a Wonder Woman gunnin' for it And what you runnin' You hear the rumbling coming Shatter on wood frame houses the name's Renee you'll never be the (b)plow in blouses!
Hittin' the block like a hammer hitting the nail on the and come from a city where made hits and kept people fed And fighting for fetti we hitting the with hammers and headin' into the gritty and ready to 'til they dead
Left the asleep on syrupy medicine And my start to swell I should seek some Three in two styrofoam cups Take twice daily, twelve, never enough Incredible press to to lessen the pressure on triggers for niggers that's down to to call me What you are foolin' Could get and blow the fuck up
I'm a cut above an upper cut They "finish him" Kombat on Rap
Diminishing returns the burners come out Start to me if you wanna y'all I was up on the a polyglot Glutton sucking a mollie So sick at the club I just turn up at the
Ordering orderlies to turn the heat up degrees so I can take my shirt off and out my California Dreams Scribble Thug in invisible ink An umbilical minor chord clipping metaphysical to the pasttime
Last time a checked there were hella rappers in for their time to "I'm next!" I just walked right in the marked "Hamilton Stage" Stayed Playing these presidents I'm my reparations. Digg.
Black Here the one in charge A hundred to get everybody up in arms When other artists all froze like a gun was I turned to a new black the color orange
When I was born everyone was that prolific shit I'm on might become the norm I come through—Sun it comes to war For one of mine I'll be taking every one of
'Cause ain't even trying bicker and blame I feel the bigger the name the bigger the game I spent long nights huntin' over a flickerin' perfecting particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.
I seen it coming like a So I just left the running And for ya Now call it premonition, intuition, But a lotta are scared I'm scared for ya.
I see the flag still swung hard But we done turned the Motor City a junk yard We keep ourselves And playing the card Can never end a search with That's for a
To keep up the Joneses or the Kardashians Only to be exposed Ashley Madison I'm like, is a re-run? Oh that's what's Somebody's probably be comin at this African
at me, I'm a six million dollar man dressed as a rap god Test my religion, get Too many of us bit the dust for crumbs and In God We Now for us Here where life ain't worth three loosies A pair of chicken wings, cigarettes, two They new nooses And know what the truth is Cause that's what Black Thought from the Roots is: