| The Hamilton Mixtape
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Ayo, mugshot, gun shot, dope shot, jump shot
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| Take your pick—but you only get one shot
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| Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot
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| Applyin' a sticker to his Spiderman lunchbox
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| When even role models tell us we’re born to be felons
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| We’re never gettin' into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon
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| And we gon' end up either robbin' somebody or killin'
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| It’s not fair that’s all they can tell us
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| That’s why I hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday
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| That’ll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery
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| I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away
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| Or chalk it up as just another one that got away
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| So I’m unapologetic, I’m on my calesthenics
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| If I have given it all I got I cannot regret it
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| My point of destination’s different from where I was headed
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| 'Cause I’ma shoot for the stars to get it
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| One shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy, and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| No I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| When opportunity knock, you don’t send anyone to get it
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| Answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it
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| They said if you can’t beat 'em you join 'em
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| I say, «Forget it»
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| 'Cause once you join 'em you’re buildin' a ceilin' the way you’re headed
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| Be American, express how you feel and take the credit
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| Don’t settle for 87, go premium unleaded and
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| Take off, shake all the hate off, it’s over
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| It’s they loss, the payoff’s their weight off your shoulders
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| Must admit, I’m feelin', um, kinda, um
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| Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher
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| Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize
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| I surprise you guys, I’m a prize fighter
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| My nine to five describe your scribe, survive minor
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| Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers
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| Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it
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| I mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| No I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Rise up
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| If you livin' on your knees, you rise up
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| Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
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| Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up
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| When are folks like me and you gonna rise up?
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| Every city, every hood, we need to rise up
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| All my soldiers, what’s good? |
| We need to wise up
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| We ain’t got no other choice, we need to wise up
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| Rise up!
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| Throughout my travels and journeys through life I’ve been searchin'
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| And been learnin' to be the type of person
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| To display how determined I get when I’m certain
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| Inside I feel that fire that’s burnin'
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| Like a knife that is turnin', I fight while I’m hurtin'
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| Sometimes they’re right 'cause life is a burden
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| Like the pain from a bite that’ll worsen
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| Tryna stifle the light that’ll shine on me first and
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| Before I ride in a hearse and
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| My breathing stops and
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| You’ll never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth
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| And now I come again holdin' that Hamilton Hercules Mulligan
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| Readin' in Vanity Fair or the Huffington
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| Done with the sufferin', we in the guts again, family rushin' in
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| Wonder where Busta been
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| Feelin' the hunger and feedin' the lust to win
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| See I’ve been patiently waitin' for this moment
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| To rise up again, that’s the way I was molded
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| And as the last one standin' as the rest of them foldin'
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| Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Ayy, yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| No I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Ayy, yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| No I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| Ayy yo I’m just like my country
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| I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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| And I’m not throwin' away my shot
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| It’s time to take a shot
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah |