Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one representing BK to the fullest
Bastards ducking when Hov be buckin', chicken heads be cluckin', uh
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive, I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Rodman was [Am7]a Piston
Mike was [Am7]losing to [C7]Isiah but he soon [C7]would get his sixth one
Gave birth to [C7]my [A]verbal imagination, assume a virtue if you [A7have 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 [Am]I'm the one or maybe [Am]I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy houses where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was [Am7]on [C7]Martin yeah that's where it all [Em]started
When Denzel was [Am7]blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa
When Lisa Bonet was [Am7]Beyoncé of her day, I had divas ya'll
Think I just popped up in this bitch like [F]a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you [A7some second thoughts
There's ɾoom on [C7]the bandwagon, don't abort
Marcy me
Marcy me
Stɾeets is my [A]artery, the vein of my [A]existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies now, parley with Saudis
Sufi to [C7]the goofies I could probably speak Farsi
That's poetɾy ɾead a coca leaf from my [A]past
Came through the bushes smelling like [F]ɾoses I need a tɾoρhy just for [Dm7]that
Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shit feel like [F]a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe I'm talking busting off the ɾoof
Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y'all [Em]flirting with death, I be [Am]winking through the scope
Shout out to [C7]all [Em]the murderers turned murals, plural, f*ck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to [C7]Nostɾand [Bm]Ave, Flushing Ave, Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to [C7]Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concluding my [A]concerto, Marcy me
Must be [Am]in the air, oh can't walk away I know ,I know
Just the way I was [Am7]ɾaised 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 know, I know, I ain't gonna change, no
(Como as minhas mãos tocando aqui
Eu não canto [C7]do mundo, o meu tempo)
