Lin-Miranda Have you not what we can do? I write shows stacked with and Puerto Rican dudes I ride slow to avoid police We write slow because I build'em like I to do my homework in the back of the bodega with Abuela Savin' up to get a I up late to tape John "Spic-O-Rama" Now I write I literally to bring the drama
And a monument to hip-hop I mix'em up a BIG-Pac-Raekwon-Doc up in a big wok (whooo) I better back up that big
I'm on various projects I'm writing a song for the next You can that I got now; And I got
I'm of surprises it might a minute 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 me the way to the Oscars
But I digress... Hamilton, God Puerto Rico, I'll see 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 but the mothers are a mystery
Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's Rosa Park's car Bustin' out Farmer Airborne with Amelia Earheart walking tight Me and givin' smallpox to white folks
out swinging Like and Serena On the I rep' the queens From Nefertiti to Ain't I a woman Sojourner I'm the Truth on the Bible: Book of Book of Ruth
the Railroad to a chariot with Harriet And Marie Curie some shit so hot we had to bury it Get my golden lariat, I'm a Wonder gunnin' for it And you runnin' from You hear the rumbling Something's y'all Hurricaines on wood frame the name's Renee you'll never be the (b)plow in blouses!
Hittin' the like a hammer hitting the nail on the head and come from a city Hammer made hits and kept people fed And for fetti we hitting the block with hammers and headin' into the gritty and ready to [Gattakakak] 'til they
Left the asleep on syrupy medicine And my pockets to swell I should seek some Three in two styrofoam cups twice daily, duck twelve, It's never Incredible press to get'em to the pressure on for niggers that's down to to erupt me Vesuvius What you are foolin' get unruly and blow the fuck up
I'm a cut above an cut away They "finish him" Kombat on Rap
Diminishing returns make the burners out to wave Question me if you wanna I was up on the Playing a Glutton sucking a mollie So at the club I just turn up at the hospital
Ordering orderlies to the heat up four degrees so I can take my shirt off and live out my Dreams Scribble Thug in invisible ink An umbilical minor clipping metaphysical link to the pasttime
Last time a checked there were hella in line for their time to "I'm next!" I just right in the door marked "Hamilton Stage" Stayed these dead presidents I'm my reparations. Digg.
Thought: Here the one in charge A hundred bars to get everybody up in When other artists all froze like a gun was I turned to a new black like the orange
When I was everyone was warned that this prolific shit I'm on might become the I come Tzu—when it comes to war For one of I'll be taking every one of yours
'Cause ain't trying [to] bicker and blame I feel the bigger the name the bigger the game I spent long nights huntin' over a flame perfecting particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.
I seen it like a clairvoyant So I just left the meter And for ya Now it premonition, intuition, paranoia But a lotta people are I'm scared for ya.
I see the flag still swung hard But we done turned the Motor City into a yard We keep playing And playing the Trump Can never end a search something That's for a
To keep up the Joneses or the Kardashians Only to be exposed Ashley Madison I'm like, is this a Oh that's happening Somebody's probably gone be comin at this
Look at me, I'm a six million dollar man as a rap god Test my religion, get Too of us bit the dust 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 make new And everybody know what the is Cause that's what Black from the Roots is: icon