Marcy Me

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant

The livest one representing BK to the fullest

Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'

Chicken-heads be cluckin'

Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the 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

Yeah, 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'd 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

Marcy me

Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence

I'm the Gotham City heartbeat

I started in lobbies now, probably with Saudis

Sufi to the goofies, I could probably speak Farsi

That's poetry read a coca leaf from my past

Came through the bushes smellin' like roses

I need a trophy just for that

Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shift 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

[The-Dream]

Must be in the air

Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know

Just the way I was 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

(Como as minhas [mãos?] tocando aquí

Eu não canto do mundo, o meu tempo)