Macklemore B-Boy

[Intro:]

Ladies and gentlemans

This an ode to the B-boys, B-girls

The people out there who do it for the love

And believe me I’m not dissin’ anybody out there who’s trying to get paid

I’m trying to get paid too!

But I got one question

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Whatever happened to the heart?

That pumped the passion into the art?

The entity that gave you the energy to wanna start?

Breakdancing, I’m battling, doing it at the park

Where the mission was expression, not only to top charts

I don’t know what happened, wanting to blow rap

You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks

Radio’s lacking, controlled by fascists, assholes doing damage

But we’re gonna take it back

Before beats to a hundred G’s a pop

All you needed was a tabletop and a beatbox

Hip-hop without the B-boy is like shelltoes only having two stripes

Hip-hop, we’re freedom-fighting, graffiti-writing, party types

That recite and organize and revitalize our rhyming

‘Til the group of the moneymakers systems

Knows that the industry can eventually get served

Breakers of my verses spinning up a revolution throughout our words

If you really want it, come on get it, cause I’ve got it

I’m honestly paying homage to forgotten pioneers of this culture that are giving them props and learn

If you wanna earn your stripes

You gotta be able to rock this mic and set cyphers alike

The feeling to put in everything you got in the circle

Will never be documented in the Coke commercial

[Hook:]

We be the baddest

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

Now B-boys, B-girls

Bring it back to the block

Lemme see you get ill, for real, pop and lock!

If you record without thought then stop

Because I’ll serve your whole album with the goddamn beatbox

Without thought it just happens

If you gotta think to feel, that’s not rapping, that’s acting

I’m from a land of backpacks and fat cats

MCs with sick raps who serve those that are wack

It’s a way of life

I put all my energy into the melody

On the mp3s until the death of me

Record exceptionally, especially

Whenever I be monumentally, grammatically, killing the mic

I tell my DJs, cranking that music, keeping ’em moving when the beat plays

Staying into it, breaking and grooving, and MCs they

Thinking that you should always pursue in what their dreams make

Taking from lucid to really do it

All the people gotta make their money

And the way to make money is to get inside of the industry

Take it on the radio, flow

So you can go blow, we get a car

And a crib up on MTV

But in the end what’s classic?

Radio bubblegum? or a voice filled with passion?

To my real hip-hop heads, please stand up

Cause the only people that can preserve this art is us

Macklemore Intentions

[Macklemore:]

I wanna be sober, but I love getting high

Wanna give it a hundred percent, but I’m too afraid to try

I wanna be faithful, but love hooking up with randos

I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal

I wanna get exercise, but I’m too lazy to workout

I want all the finer things, but don’t wanna go to work now

I wanna go outside, take my family to the beach

I wake up in the morning, first thing I do is look at a screen, at a screen

Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?

I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV

And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me

I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Dan Caplen:]

All my little problems keep on building up and building up

All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love

So I smoke until my lungs are full

Drink until I lose my cool

Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change

But I’m okay with who I am today

I’m okay with who I, who I am today

[Macklemore:]

I want world peace, but I wanna watch Worldstar

I know that I should stay home and still wanna kick it where the girls are

I wanna be a feminist, but I’m still watching porno

I wanna eat healthy, but I’ma eat this Digiornos

We live on social media, read other people’s thoughts

Tweet about justice, but don’t show up to the march

I think about the earth and I think about the eco

What am I willing to sacrifice at the expense of my ego?

Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?

I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV

And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me

I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Dan Caplen:]

All my little problems keep on building up and building up

All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love

So I smoke until my lungs are full

Drink until I lose my cool

Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change

But I’m okay with who I am today

I’m okay with who I, who I am today

I’m okay with who I am today

I’m okay with who I, who I am today

Macklemore Penis Song

Ladies and gentlemen

Introducing, the penis song.

(Oh no he didn’t)

(Honk a dick)

This is my penis song

I wish that I had a bigger shlong

One that was quite a bit more thick and way more long

One of those porno king kong dongs

Check it out

I wish my dick was bigger, I can admit it

I’m above average on inches but I want a damn double digit

If I had a big ol’ cock what would I do?

I’d probably go to Florida and show it Katrina and screw

Get buck naked and start streaking at my school

And get arrested but at least the girls would be impressed

With my third leg and, and then I’d go to a keg and

Do a keg stand, get drunk and do the running man

With no clothes on just to show off

My dick’s bigger than yours when mine is cold and soft

Haha, oh yeah I forgot that’s not really the cock that I have

I went out and party-bagged ’em and quickly opened the package

And it fit me like Kriss Kross’s old school starter jackets

Trying to convince myself like, “Size doesn’t matter,”

Anyways I’d probably just put it on backwards cause I mean

I know that god made us all different and special

But shit did he really have to invent lopsided testicles?

I don’t have them I just feel bad for the like you know the guys with like

Their left one hangs like lower than the right, kinda like a lazy eye like on your balls

I mean I don’t know, I just feel bad

This is my penis song

I wish that I had a bigger shlong

One that was quite a bit more thick and way more long

Fellas if ya’ll feel me sing along

Yo ladies

Yeah?

Ladies!

Yeah?

Do you want a guy with an average dick?

Hell no

Then- wait you don’t?

No you honkey dick

Okay that’s cool, no that’s fine

I promise, I’m so self conscious

That’s why you never see me skinny dippin’ in August

Always walkin’ around with my hands in my pockets trying to pump blood into my guy Alfonso

I mean, goddamn I don’t think you girls understand

I’ve had a complex since that song Short Short Man

And even though girls have told me that I’m big when I watch a porno I feel like a little kid

I mean, let’s take Ron Jeremy

Now if a girl sees him she’ll compare him to me

And every MC in hip hop has got a huge cock

Or at least talks about it in every song that they’ve got

I mean, shit

If I was really hung I’d make a whole album called Me and My Dick

With interludes of all the girls that I’d been with

And talk about my package and multiple orgasms

‘Cause all that I see is that size does matter

We got Enzite, penis pumps surgery to Viagra

But when it all adds up you can’t really change it

I’m not a porno star I just gotta face it

You know, what can I do

This song goes out to like all the like little bit above average dudes

So like all the small dudes, medium dudes but all you big dudes stop

This is my penis song

I wish that I had a bigger shlong

One that was quite a bit more thick and way more long

Fellas if ya’ll feel me sing along

Macklemore Make The Money

Now, this is my job, I will not quit it

Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished

Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance

That’s just the work, regardless of who’s listening, listening

Listen, see I was meant to be a warrior

Fight something amongst me, leave here victorious

Classroom of kids, or a venue performing

If I’d done it for the money I’d have been a fucking lawyer

Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories

Humbled by the road, I’m realizing I’m not important

See life’s a beautiful struggle, I record it

Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and

That’s why we stay in the lab at night

I’ve been staring into this pad for over half my life

A true artist won’t be satisfied

So I guess that’s the sacrifice

And I say

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

All my people stay true, I say

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

All my people stay true

Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion

Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma

Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff

Ego won’t swole until karma catches that up, that up

I’m my grandma’s number one grandson

I lost myself to remember who that was

We start thinking about some kicks, a necklace

What I really need is a job off CraigsList

Take away the dot com, name, love

Fans, Twitter followers, and the buzz

See, you keep the issues but you take away the drugs

And I had to find out who I really was

Who I really wasn’t

So sick of who I was becoming

Yeah, tired of running

Time to look at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

All my people stay true, I say

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

All my people stay true

[2x]

Of course I want dubs and a candy painted ‘lac

Watch the videos and get the girls in the back

But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap

Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

Stay true, stay true, and I said

Make the money, don’t let the money make you

Change the game, don’t let the game change you

I’ll forever remain faithful

Stay true, stay true, stay true

Forget about the fame

I said forget about the fame

I’ll forever remain faithful

Stay true, stay true, stay true

Macklemore Ten Million

I paid my dues, now I’m really on

Prince to the SEA, put my city on

Left the condo for a bigger home

Everything clean like my chicken bones

I work hard, I work hard for it

Had to go back to the chalkboard

We was tourin’ countries all foreign

Now I don’t gotta open car doors

So say what’s up to my haters at the club tonight

I’ll be busy singing my daughter lullaby’s

When she sleep, I hit the booth and get super lit

Living my dreams like I sleep in another life

Living my dreams like I sleep in another life, yeah

The tensions so thick, you could cut with a butter knife, yeah

If that’s your example of artists, then what am I?

You lied, they consume it, you say that you booming

That’s probably why Metro don’t trust you, gosh

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

10 million sold, go and look at that

Ain’t no middleman gonna get any of that

I suck at math, but I know how to add (1 + 1)

That’s a whole ‘lotta money

Bought my babies and my mama a pad

Wow, do a spin move on stage looking like the white James Brown

There’s a whole lotta people in this arena and you know it sold out

Took my daughter on the road and she pointing’ at me from the crowd

Saying, “That’s my daddy, top 5 on stage,” no doubt

In God we trust, God we trust

They ain’t came in the same way

They are not with us, not with us

Came back and it’s game time

This the follow-up, and now I’m up

I decided that was not enough

Dopps and Budo with that final touch

Competition, go and line ’em up

I run this shit, I run this shit

Put that on my momma

I done this shit, I done this shit since I was pushin’ a Honda

No one hit shit, no one hit shit, platinum plaques in mi casa

And my accountant’s dead (rest in peace)

Couldn’t count the commas

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain’t no 9 to 5, yeah

Gemini

Macklemore And We Danced

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let’s have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

‘Cause tonight’s the night

Am I right?

Dance!

Feels like night for a party

My nature so naughty

There’s a knock on the door, it’s the neighbors

Quit cock blocking

We’re having a ho-down, you hoe’s down?

Don’t let me pull my hose out

‘Cause it’s big, long, pink, strong

And known to dance like all night long

Grab my hand, play this song

DJ save my life, come on

Leave your fear, back off the wall

Free of beat and pussy pop

If you don’t have a pussy

Pop a cock into a booty

To a booty

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let’s have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall

I will dance, I will dance, I will break that ass off

And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small

Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard

I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me

I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me

I will be the disco ball, freak and give my all

To whatever girl’s booty I’m freaking on

I’m not skeeting nah, it’s just freaking hot

Alright I skeeted

I will not be a mannequin

The ego banish it

The roof’s on fire

Let’s burn down the Vatican

I will moon walk to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson

In heaven he’ll be saying that man is tight at dancing

RIP to the king, Michael Jackson, we learned it all from you

Dedicate this to the dance floor

Party up the sorrow ’til tomorrow morning happens

We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really, really, really good time

Take my hand, let’s have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

You see me looking at you from that bar right over there

But your friends are huddled up and they are hating on a player

I just want to dance with you, get on the back of you

Tip tap the boots, extract the truth

Da-Dance with you, get on the back of you

Da-Dance dance dance

Awesome

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

Hey-oh, hey-oh

Hey-oh, hey-oh

Uh-ah-ba-bo

Uh-ah-ba-bo

Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop

Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop

And we danced, and we cried

And we laughed and had a really really really good time

Take my hand, let’s have a blast

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

Macklemore White Walls

I wanna be free, I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit

Now throw it up (now throw that up)

That’s what it is (that’s what it is)

In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)

Can’t see me through my tints (nuh uh)

I’m riding real slow (slow motion)

In my paint wet dripping shining like my 24s (umbrella)

I ain’t got 24s (nuh uh)

But I’m on those Vogues

That’s those big white walls

R-r-round them hundred spokes

Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag

I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had

Hello, haters, damn y’all mad

30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[Hollis:]

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time

I’m rollin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Macklemore:]

Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of

Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish

Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage

Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going a hundred and twenty

Easy weaving in and out of the traffic

They cannot catch me, I’m smashing

I’m ducking bucking them out here

I’m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic

Now I know what it’s like under the city lights

Riding into the night, driving over the bridge

The same one we walked across as kids

Knew I’d have a whip but never one like this

Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater

Yea, I’m from Seattle, there’s hella Honda Civics

I couldn’t tell you about paint either

But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours

And roll on over to the dealer

And I found the car I dreamed of, there’s a problem with this geezer

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time

I’m rollin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Backwoods and dope

White hoes in the backseat snorting coke

She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes

I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my mind

Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on

14 I stole his keys

Me and my niggas was gone

Stealin’ portions of his liquor, water in his Patron

Drivin’ smiling like I won a fucking lottery homes (fuckin’ lottery homes)

Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues, too

Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns

All on my dogs hanging out the window

Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball

Tryna fuck ’em all, kill the fucking whips

See what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitch

Slap her booty with my balls

You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls

I’m motherfuckin’ awe… some

Swear these sights tryna hypnotize

Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs

See the lust stuck up in her eyes

Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?

Or does she want it low?

‘Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know

So we cruise for minutes, my nigga, fuck the limit

Got a window tinted for showing gangsta in it

Slide ’til the gas is finished, Q

[Hollis:]

Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time

I’m rollin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time

I’m rollin’ that roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Macklemore Brad Pitt’s Cousin

[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]

Slick shit man, that’s all we do

Hold up, little homie, let me talk my truth

Made an Instagram for my cat

And my cat doesn’t even rap

And got more followers than you

Hold up, let me get my cat a bar

She’s filthy, hey Cairo come here baby

(Meow) Now my cat’s more famous than you ever will be

I been hustling, you can’t tell me nothing

I’m Brad Pitt’s ugly cousin

But when you’re drunk at the wedding, still gon’ fuck him

[Hook – Xperience:]

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Like you don’t know what’s up

Bradley, he’s cuzo

[Post-Hook – Xperience:]

All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]

You’re embarrassed huh?

I’m in Paris, bruh

You brought your whole crew

I’m with my parents, bruh

Every white dude in America went to the barber shop

“Give me the Macklemore haircut”

Australia, they heard of me

Germany, they heard of me

Japan, they heard of me

It’s a murder scene, you gon’ learn some things

My dick named Ron Burgundy

I’m bad news with a pan flute

In a plaid suit, no can do

No, uh uh, I don’t work for free

I used to smoke that purple weed

Sip a bunch of purple drink

That shit did not work for me

And now I just sip herbal tea

I’m posted at the swapmeet in a robe eating Church’s wings

So cold, so cold, no emergen-C

[Hook – Xperience:]

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Like you don’t know what’s up

Brad, Brad, Pitt

[Post-Hook – Xperience:]

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

[Verse 3 – Macklemore:]

Did it by myself, not a little bit of help

Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt

On my knees, said “God, please give me a deal”

And God texted me back

“Don’t be dumb, young man, gotta do it yourself”

It’s up to you to turn the pen into a machete

And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed

I treat the beat just like a pussy

And I eat it up and beat it up and leave it fucked

So you cannot compete with us

I’m weaving in and out of traffic

In the Cadillac, oh wait, is that us on the radio?

Wait, is that us on the radio?

It’s what I always dreamed of

Back when I had peach fuzz

Shoutout to the homie D

Who’s D? Deez nuts

I’m eating chicken wings and onions rings

If you’re wondering, yes, I does my thing

And another thing, no puppet strings

On the company, we sucker free

I ain’t trippin’ on what the public think

Ten thousand, we hustling

This shit didn’t happen overnight

This shit didn’t happen suddenly

[Hook – Xperience:]

When you see me in the club

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Angelina show me love

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

You got me fucked up

Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin

Like you don’t know what’s up

Brad, Brad, Pitt

Macklemore Inhale Deep

We all know life can get hectic

But if you live in the second,

You exist in the present

And that’s how you stay connected

Go through good times and hardships

And if you learn to accept it

And know that every struggle in life,

Is there to teach you a lesson

It’s times like this that make you

It’s always the darkest part of the night, right before the sun has it’s break through

The spirits there to knock you down,

But if you make that the end

You will never know the beauty

Of being able to stand up again

And face it, with patience,

The Pace set is dealing

With judgements and hatred,

Depressed hopeless feelings

But I’ve been told,

You only create your own ceilings

Life is limitless,

And knowing this is what the spirit is

That’s why I try to inhale deep, so I can find peace, and essence can find me

That’s why I lose myself in these beats,

Let myself become one with the drum and set myself free

Whatever direction life leads me,

There is a purpose behind it

That’s the way it was supposed to be

And any time you can turn over a new leaf

Y’all know the truth,

It’s up to us to use the key

Been three years since my first album dropped

It’s been fear that’s really got me stuck on the spot

Not wanting to put out anything whack

So inside of putting licks on my tracks,

I put my lips to a sack

Because it’s easier to spend your life drunk,

And high on drugs

Than to put everything on recording,

And put it out to be judged

We look for the audience,

To put their hands up and show love

But when they put their hands down,

Our confidence really takes the plunge

So instead of making music

That people might not like,

I went into isolation

I traded my mic in for the pipe

Started living the college life,

Drinking and smoking every day

Rationalizing to myself,

That I was going through a phase

Then I stopped,

Thinking my music would take it’s place

But when you live in fog,

Inspiration is hard to create

It takes more to get connected,

Than to quit smoking every day

And when I get frustrated I get a Swisher

And get blown away

Then all of a sudden it hit me,

These kids are listening

If I’m not making music,

Then why the fuck am I existing

How can I talk about the problems,

Of some one else

When I don’t have the motivation,

And confidence to change myself

It’s been so long since I really truly felt

What it’s like to live without substances to help

Massive struggle that’s natural to one’s health

With addiction in my blood,

I play the cards I was dealt

The wind is the most calm,

Right before the storm

And when you least expect it,

It doesn’t rain, it pours

I swear to God you can never be warned

Because with or without that umbrella

Nature is still gonna take it’s course

That’s why I try to inhale deep,

So I can find peace, and essence just finds me,

That’s why I lose myself in these beats,

Put away the weed, And turn to my MPC

C’mon’

If I could just, I would change

If I could just, I would change

If I could just, I would change

If I could just, I would change

Macklemore Jimmy Iovine

[Ab-Soul:]

I put my life on the line

I roll them dice and I’m fine

‘Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it

They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it

I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

Steal myself a record deal.

Steal myself a record deal.

Steal myself a record deal.

[Macklemore:]

If I just went in and stole it the police would’ve noticed

Gotta be strategic, creeping, go in, leave with that motive

Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building

Watch these rappers that rap and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)

Headed in sweating, open that front door

“Interscope” printed out right by the entrance door closes

Not a metaphor, then I start towards

That front desk right where you check in

Dressed in a uniform, acting like a janitor

All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?

Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull

Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)

Carrying 2 cans of paint,

Security looks at me awkward

I say, “Third floor. I’m late.”

Paintin’ Jimmy Iovine’s office

Holding my breath ’bout to faint

I’m scared to death that he stops me

Heart beating so loud that you can hear the echo in that lobby

And see I’m breaking down if I don’t make it out

Then I’m leaving town with that contract

And I’m spazzing out, grabbing an A and R out

His chair and I’m taking him hostage

I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator press three

Now I’m headed up (heist!)

What they don’t know there’s a gun in the paint can

And I’m ready and willing to bust, I’m fucking desperate

Stuck in this recession now what you think

But if I could get signed my luck is destined

My future depends on ink

And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me

I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

[Ab-Soul:]

I put my life on the line

I roll them dice and I’m fine

‘Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it

They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it

I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it

I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

[Macklemore:]

Made it past security, the secretary, the cubicles

But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual

Thought it’d be shiny and beautiful

Thought it’d be alive and like musical

But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral

There’s numbers on a chalkboard

CDs boxed in cardboard

Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores

Graphic designers are sitting around

Waiting for albums that never come out

Complainin’ that they have nobody in house

Wonderin’ what they make art for

I start thinking, am I in the right place?

Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall

Oh, yeah, in a second those will be all yours

Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven-sent

Big block silver letters, read it out loud, “President” (nice!)

This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet

Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck

He said, “We’ve been watching you. So glad you could make it.

Your music, it’s so impressive, and this whole brand you created.

You’re one hell of a band, we here think you’re destined for greatness

And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous.

Now I’m sorry. I’ve had a long day. Remind me now what your name is?

That’s right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy.

Anyway, you ready? We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars.

After your album comes out we’ll need back that money that you borrowed.”

– Mm-hm. So it’s really like a loan.

– Alone? Come on, no!

“We’re a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!

We’ll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road

Along with a third of the money you make when you’re out doing your shows

Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10

So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7% to split

That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse,

No one will give you a better offer than us.”

“Mm-hm,” I replied, “I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted.

Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked.”