Marcy Me 创作者：
Jay-z

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调：Bb major

Verse 1
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Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant,
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the the livest one representing BK to the fullest
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Bastards ducking when Hov be buckin',
chicken heads be cluckin', uh

Verse 2
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Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen
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and Jam Master Jay was alive, I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back
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when Rodman was a Piston
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Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon
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would get his sixth one
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Gave birth to my verbal imagination,
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assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here's a verse
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from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
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Yet we know not what we may be"
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So maybe I'm the one
or maybe I'm crazy
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I'm from Marcy houses where the
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boys die by the thousand
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Back when Pam was on Martin yeah
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that's where it all started
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When Denzel was blottin' carpet,
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I'll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa
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When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day,
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I had divas ya'll
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Think I just popped up in this bitch
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like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause,
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give you some second thoughts
There's room on the bandwagon,
don't abort
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Marcy me

Verse 3
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Marcy me
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Streets is my artery,
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the vein of my existence
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I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
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I  started in lobbies now,
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parley with Saudis
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Sufi to the goofies I could probably
speak Farsi
That's poetry read a coca
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leaf from my past
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Came through the bushes smelling
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like roses I need a trophy just for that
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Old Brooklyn not this new shit,
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shit feel like a spoof
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Fat laces in your shoe I'm talking
busting off the roof
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Hold a uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
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Y'all flirting with death,
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I be winking through the scope
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Shout out to all the murderers turned murals,
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plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave,
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Flushing Ave, Myrtle
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All the County of Kings,
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may your ground stay fertile
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Shout out to Big Poppa,
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Daddy Kane, heroes
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Thus concluding my concerto,
Marcy me
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Must be  in the

Verse 4
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air,
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oh  can't walk away I know, I know
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Just the way I was raised I know,
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I know, I know
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Oh Marcy, Marcy me just the way I am,
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always gonna be
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I ain't gonna change, no
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Mar cy, Marcy me, just the way I am
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I know, I know, I ain't gonna change,
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no
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(Como as
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minhas mueos tocando aqui
Eu nuo canto do mundo,
o meu tempo)
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