Jay-Z - Marcy Me (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Jay-Z - Marcy Me (en) Lyrics
Yeah, aviation on the air,
go for south chopper
All units in regards
to action 7-9-3-6
Suspect is a male, black... Young,
wearing a black hoodie
In the vicinity of
marcy & myrtle
Suspect is armed with a knife
10-4 Over and out
Live from
bedford stuyvesant
The livest one
Representing b.k.
To the fullest
Bastard ducking
when hov be bucking
Chicken heads be clucking
Uh, back when
ratchet was a rachet
And a vixen was a vixen
And jam master
jay was alive
I was mixing
Cooking coke
in the kitchen
Back when rodman
was a piston
Mike was
losing to isiah
But he soon would
get a sixth one
Gave birth to my
verbal imagination
Assume a virtue,
if you have not
Or better yet, here's a
verse from hamilton
Lord we know who 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
blotting carpet
I'll pack a
9 Millimeter
When slick rick
made mona lisa
When lisa bonet
was beyonce
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
Streets is my arteries
Vein of my existence
I'm the gotham
city heartbeat
I started in lobbies
Now I parlay with saudis
I'm sufi to goofies
I could prolly
speak farsi
That's poetry
Reek of coca
leaf in my past
Came through the bushes
smelling 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 talking busting
off the roof
Hold the uzi vertical
Let the thing smoke
Y'all flirting with death
I be winking
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 grounds stay fertile
Shout out to big poppa,
daddy kane, heros
Thus concluded
my concerto
The dream: must
be in the air
Ooooh can't walk
away I know (I know)
Just the way I'm raised I know
(I know, I know, I know)
Oh, marcy, marcy me
Just the way I'm
always gonna be
I ain't gonna
change it now
Marcy, marcy me
Just the way I
Ain't gonna
change it, no
I ain't gonna
change it, no
(No, no, no)
Couldn't change
me if I wanted to
Imma take this with
me to the moon
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