Marcy Me

                   Gm
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
Eb                  Gm           
The livest one representin' BK to
            Cm
 the fullest
F                                Eb
Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'
Cnm
Chicken-heads be cluckin'

[Verse 1].
Cm                                
Back when ratchet was a ratchet 
      Dm
and a vixen was a vixen
Eb
And Jam Master Jay was alive I was 
mixin'
Cookin' coke in the kitchen
Dm
Back when Rodman was a Piston
                        Cm      
Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he 
        Eb
soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
Bb
Or better yet here's a verse from 
Hamlet
Cm
"Lord, we know who we are
Bb
Yet we know not what we may be"
      Eb
So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm 
crazy
Cm                             
I'm from Marcy Houses, where the 
   Dm
boys die by the thousand
Eb
Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, 
 Dm            Cm
I'll pack a… nine millimeter
Eb
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
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When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her 
day, I had divas, y'all
Think I just popped up in this bitch
Cm
 like a fetus? Nah
                 Dm                
Pregnant pause, give you some 
     Eb
second thoughts
There's room on the bandwagon, don't
 abort
Cm           Dm Eb
Marcy me

[Verse 2]
Cm
Marcy me
         Dm                Cm
Streets is my artery, the vein of my
 existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
Eb
I started in lobbies, now parley 
with Saudis
G
I'm a Sufi to goofies, I could 
prolly speak Farsi
Cm
That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in 
my past
Eb
Came through the bushes smellin' 
like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Cm
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, 
shit feel like a spoof
Eb
Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' 
bustin' off the roof
Dm
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing 
smoke
Cm
Y'all flirtin' with death, I be 
winkin' through the scope
Eb
Shout out to all the murderers 
turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Cm                        G      
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., 
            Eb
Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your 
             Cm
ground stay fertile
Cm                      Dm
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, 
heroes
Eb
Thus concludin' my concerto
Marcy me

[Outro: The-Dream]
Dm            Cm
Must be in the air
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Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know
Eb
Just the way I'm raised
F
I know, I know, I know
Cm                  Eb G
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Cm                 Bb          Eb
Just the way I am always gonna be
Bb                    Eb
I ain't gonna change, no
Dm          Bb    Dm             Eb
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
Bbm                   Dm
I ain't gonna change, no
Cm
I ain't gonna change, no
Couldn't change me if I wanted to
Bbm              Dm
You couldn't change me if you wanted
 to
Eb
I'ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo…)