[Intro: JAY-Z]
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant,
The livest one representin' BK to the fullest,
Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin',
Chickenheads be cluckin'.
[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
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: JAY-Z]
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 probably 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, 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.
[Outro: 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 hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo...
