Lin-Miranda Have you not seen we can do? I write shows stacked with black and Puerto Rican I ride slow to avoid procedurals We write slow because I like cathedrals I used to do my homework in the back of the bodega Abuela up to get a Sega I stayed up to tape Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama" Now I write I literally to bring the drama
And Hamilton's a to hip-hop I mix'em up a Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought up in a big wok (whooo) I better back up big talk
I'm workin' on various I'm writing a for the Rock next You can google I got And I got next
I'm full of it might take a to digest I'm gunning for Prizes a bit of a process 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, I'll see all at the Richard
Mother of two One Life To Live So I'll on but I've got no fuck to give I came to represent the ladies in our we the founding fathers but the mothers are a mystery
Spitting bars than Joan of Arc's armor Driving Park's car Bustin' out Francis with Amelia Earheart walking tight ropes Me and Pocahontas smallpox to white folks
Comin' out Venus and Serena On the I rep' the queens From to Latifah Ain't I a woman like Sojourner I'm the Hand on the of Esther; Book of Ruth
Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot with And Curie brought some shit so hot we had to bury it Get my lariat, I'm a Wonder Woman gunnin' for it And what you runnin' You hear the thunder coming Shatter Hurricaines on wood houses the Renee you'll never be the same (b)plow in blouses!
Hittin' the like a hammer hitting the nail on the head and come from a city where made hits and kept people fed And for fetti we hitting the block with hammers and headin' into the gritty and to [Gattakakak] 'til they dead
Left the city on syrupy medicine And my pockets to swell I should some acetaminophine ounces in two styrofoam cups Take daily, duck twelve, never enough Incredible press to to lessen the pressure on triggers for niggers that's to to erupt me Vesuvius What you are with Could get unruly and the fuck up
I'm a cut above an cut away screamin' "finish him" Immortal on Rap
Diminishing returns make the come out Start to me if you wanna y'all I was up on the Playing a Glutton sucking a mollie So sick at the club I turn up at the hospital
Ordering orderlies to turn the heat up degrees so I can my shirt off and live out my California Dreams Scribble Thug in invisible ink An umbilical minor chord clipping metaphysical to the Pyrex
Last time a there were hella rappers in line for their time to "I'm next!" I just right in the door marked "Hamilton Stage" Stayed Playing these presidents I'm my reparations. Digg.
Thought: Here the one in charge A bars to get everybody up in arms When other all froze like a gun was drawn I turned to a new black like the orange
When I was born everyone was that this prolific shit I'm on become the norm I come through—Sun it comes to war For one of mine be taking every one of yours
'Cause ain't even [to] bicker and blame I feel like the bigger the name the the game I spent nights huntin' over a flickerin' flame this particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.
I seen it like a clairvoyant So I left the meter running And for ya Now it premonition, intuition, paranoia But a lotta are scared I'm scared for ya.
I see the still gettin' swung hard But we done turned the Motor City a junk yard We keep ourselves And the Trump card Can never end a search something That's for a
To up with the Joneses or the Kardashians Only to be exposed like Ashley I'm like, is this a Oh that's happening probably gone be comin at this African
Look at me, I'm a six dollar man dressed as a rap god my religion, get baptized Too many of us bit the for crumbs and crust In God We Now for us Here where life even worth three loosies A pair of wings, cigarettes, two juices They new nooses And everybody know the truth is Cause what Black Thought from the Roots is: icon