Lin-Miranda you not seen what we can do? I write shows stacked with black and Puerto dudes I ride slow to avoid police We write slow because I like cathedrals I used to do my homework in the back of the bodega Abuela Savin' up to get a I up late to tape Leguizamo's "Spic-O-Rama" Now I write I literally came to bring the
And a monument to hip-hop I mix'em up a Dre-MJ-and-BlackThought up in a big wok (whooo) I better back up that big
I'm workin' on projects I'm writing a song for the Rock You can that I got now; And I got
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 with One To Live So I'll jump on but got no fuck to give I came to the ladies in our history we the founding fathers but the mothers are a mystery
Spitting bars harder than Joan of Arc's Driving Rosa car Bustin' out Farmer Airborne with Amelia Earheart tight ropes Me and Pocahontas givin' smallpox to white
out swinging Like Venus and On the I rep' the queens From Nefertiti to Ain't I a like Sojourner I'm the Truth Hand on the Book of Book of Ruth
Upgraded the Railroad to a chariot Harriet And Marie Curie brought some so hot we had to bury it Get my golden lariat, I'm a Woman gunnin' for it And what you runnin' You the thunder rumbling coming Shatter Hurricaines on wood houses the name's Renee never be the same (b)plow in blouses!
Hittin' the block like a hammer hitting the nail on the and come from a where Hammer made hits and kept people fed And fighting for fetti we hitting the block with and into the gritty and ready to [Gattakakak] 'til they dead
Left the asleep on syrupy medicine And my start to swell I should seek some Three ounces in two cups Take daily, duck twelve, It's enough Incredible press to get'em to lessen the on for niggers that's down to to erupt me Vesuvius What you are with Could get unruly and the fuck up
I'm a cut above an upper cut They "finish him" Immortal on Rap
Diminishing returns make the burners out Start to 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 turn the heat up degrees so I can take my off and live out my California Dreams Scribble Thug in invisible ink An umbilical chord clipping metaphysical link to the pasttime
Last a checked there were hella rappers in line for their time to "I'm next!" I just walked in the door marked "Hamilton Stage" patient Playing dead presidents I'm my reparations. Digg.
Black Here the one in charge A bars to get everybody up in arms When other artists all like a gun was drawn I to a new black like the color orange
When I was born was warned that this prolific shit I'm on might become the I through—Sun Tzu—when it comes to war For one of mine I'll be taking one of yours
'Cause ain't even trying bicker and blame I like the bigger the name the bigger the game I spent long nights over a flickerin' flame perfecting particular slang I'm sick in the brain. I'm on it.
I seen it coming a clairvoyant So I just the meter running And for ya Now call it premonition, intuition, But a people are scared I'm scared for ya.
I see the flag gettin' swung hard But we done turned the Motor City into a junk We keep ourselves And playing the card Can never end a search something That's for a
To keep up with the Joneses or the Only to be exposed like Madison I'm like, is this a Oh what's happening Somebody's probably be comin at this African
Look at me, I'm a six million man dressed as a rap god my religion, get baptized Too many of us bit the dust for crumbs and In God We Now for us Here where life even worth three loosies A of chicken wings, cigarettes, two juices They make new And know what the truth is Cause that's Black Thought from the Roots is: icon