09 Marcy Me
[00:06.39] Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
[00:09.14] The livest one representing BK to the fullest
[00:12.64] Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'
[00:14.39] Chicken-heads be cluckin'
[00:16.89] Back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
[00:19.39] And Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixin'
[00:22.39] Cookin' coke in the kitchen
[00:23.89] Back when Rodman was a Piston
[00:25.14] Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
[00:28.29] Gave birth to my verbal imagination
[00:30.04] Assume a virtue if you have not
[00:32.29] Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet
[00:34.29] "Lord, we know who we are
[00:35.29] Yet we know not what we may be"
[00:37.04] So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
[00:39.79] I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
[00:42.54] Back when Pam was on Martin
[00:44.29] Yeah, that's where it all started
[00:45.54] When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a... nine millimeter
[00:49.29] When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
[00:51.04] When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all
[00:54.44] Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
[00:56.94] Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
[01:00.44] There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort
[01:02.44] Marcy me
[01:09.19] Marcy me
[01:10.19] Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
[01:12.57] I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
[01:14.83] I started in lobbies now, parley with Saudis
[01:17.58] Sufi to the goofies, I could probably speak Farsi
[01:19.57] That's poetry, read a coca leaf from my past
[01:22.21] Came through the bushes smellin' like roses
[01:23.96] I need a trophy just for that
[01:25.71] Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shift feel like a spoof
[01:27.96] Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof
[01:30.96] Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
[01:33.96] Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope
[01:36.96] Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
[01:39.71] Plural fuck the Federal Bureau
[01:43.21] Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
[01:45.71] All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
[01:48.71] Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
[01:51.21] Thus concludin' my concerto; Marcy me
[01:55.61] Must be in the air
[01:58.61] Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know
[02:02.11] Just the way I was raised
[02:03.61] I know, I know, I know
[02:05.36] Oh Marcy, Marcy me
[02:09.61] Just the way I am always gonna be
[02:15.61] I ain't gonna change, no
[02:18.86] Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
[02:31.86] (Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
[02:38.86] Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
[02:44.61] E meu tempo...)
