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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile, you recordin’?

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
We drinkin’ Cristal and…yeah
Kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Drinkin’ Ace of Spades like it’s codeine now
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile
Here’s your friendly announcer
Smile

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
Now the whole projects on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y’all televised shows
Super facts
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson
Appreciate the pain, it’s a blessin’

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Stevie Wonder]
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothin’ a nigga up in
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’
I’m that boy
Anita Baker’s "You Bring Me Joy" slappin’ out of the toy
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
Objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playin’ for high stakes
Norman’s Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
How niggas can’t relate?
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me" now it’s, "Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue"
That blood money I giggle at it, can’t even support my miss’ habit
Jewelry shoppin’ in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
Huh, blood diamonds drippin’ with guilt, I still ain’t trippin’
That’s life, winners and losers
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God sent me to break the chain, I’m the true and livin’
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
Ahhhh, what did I do? ‘Cept try to free you
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line or two
Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you a pedestrian, don’t ever question the security I provided you
Oh y’all thought I was washed? I’m at the cleaners
Launderin’ dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don’t work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it’s legal in Colorado, yeah, we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap
That’s why it’s called the projects ’cause it’s exactly that
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile

[Outro: Gloria Carter]
Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that’s what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it’s time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
Smile

[Intro: Blue Ivy Carter]
Daddy, what’s a will?

[Verse 1]
Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute
She might put poor kids through school
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
TIDAL, the champagne, D’USSÉ, I’d like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s major, just like the Negro League
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Generational wealth, that’s the key
My parents ain’t have shit, so that shift started with me
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Interlude]
I remember, like, listenin’ to Wu-Tang
And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family

[Verse 2]
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Whose daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
He was preachin’ on Sundays, versus how he was livin’ Monday
Someday I forgive him
‘Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
And I was runnin’ from him, He was givin’ me wisdom
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
It’s a gift and a curse
That’s called the Red Queen’s Race

[Bridge]
You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place

[Chorus]
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

[Outro: Donny Hathaway]
Day, someday, someday we’ll all
Someday we’ll all be free

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it