[Intro]
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant the livest one representing BK to the fullest
Bastards ducking when Hov be bucking chicken heads be cluckin
[Verse 1]
Back when ratchet was a ratchet and the vixen was a vixen and Jam Master Jay was alive I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back when Robin was a Piston
Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination a**ume 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 blotting carpet I’ll pack a nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona Lisa
When Lisa Bonet was Beyonce of her day I had divas
Y’all think I just popped up in this b**h like a fetus, nah?
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts there’s room on the bandwagon don’t abort, Marcy me
[Verse 2]
Marcy me streets is my artery the bane of my existence I’m the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies Paulie was (?)
Sufi to the goofies I could probably speak Farsi
That’s poetry read a c**a leaf from my past
Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn not this new sh** feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe I’m talking busting off the roof
Hold a uzi vertical let the thing smoke
Y’all flirting with d**h I be winking through the scope
Shout out to all the murders turned murals, plural f** the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave. flushing that myrtle
All the county of kings may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa Daddy Kane heroes
Thus concluding 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
I’m gonna take this with me to the moon