Marcy Me

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Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
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The livest one representin' BK to the fullest
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Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'
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Chicken-heads be cluckin'

[Verse 1].
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Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
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And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin'
Cookin' coke in the kitchen
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Back when Rodman was a Piston
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Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
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Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet
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"Lord, we know who we are
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Yet we know not what we may be"
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So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
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I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
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Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that's where it all started
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When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a… nine millimeter
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When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all
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Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
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Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort
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Marcy me

[Verse 2]
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Marcy me
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Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
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I started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
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I'm a Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
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That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
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Came through the bushes smellin' like roses
I need a trophy just for that
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Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
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Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof
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Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
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Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope
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Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
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Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
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All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
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Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
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Thus concludin' my concerto
Marcy me

[Outro: The-Dream]
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Must be in the air
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Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know
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Just the way I'm raised
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I know, I know, I know
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Oh Marcy, Marcy me
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Just the way I am always gonna be
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I ain't gonna change, no
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Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
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I ain't gonna change, no
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I ain't gonna change, no
Couldn't change me if I wanted to
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You couldn't change me if you wanted to
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I'ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo…)