The Heist (Deluxe Edition)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Ten Thousand Hours

Uh I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk with him Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I've jumped Make sure the soundman doesn't cockblock the drums Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs And those words be the oxygen Just breathe Amen, regardless I'mma say it Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent Got an iTunes check, shit man I'm paying rent About damn time that I got out of my basement About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages I was made to slay them Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it On some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shit This is dedication A life lived for art is never a life wasted Ten thousand Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Now, now, now This is my world, this is my arena The TV told me something different I didn't believe it I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential And I know that one day I'mma be him Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego Everyone's greatest obstacle, I beat 'em Celebrate that achievement Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving See, I observed Escher I love Basquiat I watched Keith Haring You see I study art The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint The greats were great cause they paint a lot I will not be a statistic Just let me be No child left behind, that's the American scheme I make my living off of words And do what I love for work And got around 980 on my SATs Take that system, what did you expect? Generation of kids choosing love over a desk Put those hours in and look at what you get Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is Ten thousand Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Same shit, different day, same struggle Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute Banging on table tops, no substitute I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you? Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuse I lost another friend, got another call from a sister And I speak for the people that share that struggle too Like they got something bruised My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth... It's the part of the show Where it all fades away When the lights go to black And the band leaves the stage And you wanted an encore But there's no encore today Cause the moment is now Can't get it back from the grave Part of the show It all fades away Lights go to black Band leaves the stage You wanted an encore But there's no encore today Cause the moment is now Can't get it back from the grave Welcome to the heist Welcome to the heist...

Cant Hold Us (feat. Ray Dalton)

[Intro:] Ay, ay, ay Good to see you, come on in, let's go Yeah, let's go Alright, alright OK, uh, alright, OK Alright, OK Return of the Mack, get up! What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isnt. Looking for a better way to get up out of bed Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit me Get up! Thrift shop, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby. Sweater gang, nope, nope yall cant copy Yup. Bad, moon walking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on Broadway, And we did it, our way. Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it And yet Im on. Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style. Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds, But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustler, Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bussing halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing Labels out here, Now they cant tell me nothing We give that to the people, Spread it across the country Labels out here, Now they cant tell me nothing We give it to the people, Spread it across the country Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us Now, can I kick it? Thank you. Yeah I'm so damn grateful. I grew up, really wanted gold fronts But thats what you get when Wu tang raised you Yall cant stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat And Im eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week Raw. Tell me go up. Gone! Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome, Caesar make you a believer. Now I never ever did it for a throne. That validation comes from giving it back to the people. Now sing a song and it goes like Raise those hands, this is our party We came here to live life like nobody was watching I got my city right behind me If I fall, they got me. Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us And so we put our hands up And so we put our hands up Let's go! [3x] Na na na na na na na na And all my people say Na na na na na na na na Ma-ckle-more [Album version ending:] Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us Here we go back, this is the moment Tonight is the night, well fight 'til its over So we put our hands up like the ceiling cant hold us Like the ceiling cant hold us. [Music video ending 2x:] Let the night come, before the fight's won Some might run against the test But those that triumph, embrace the fight cause Their fears then prove that courage exists Hope [echo]

Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz)

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping? What, what, what, what... [many times] Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9] [Hook:] I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome [Verse 1:] Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!" I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey." Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine, Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (Piiisssssss) But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in But me and grungy fuckin it man I am stuntin' and flossin' and Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style, No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you) Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin' They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros" [Hook x2] [Verse 2:] What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin? What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin? I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage One man's trash, that's another man's come-up Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt 'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin' I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons) I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons) Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight." I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a Tshirt." Limited edition, let's do some simple addition Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit) I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit) I call that getting tricked by a business That shirt's hella dough And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't Peep game, come take a look through my telescope Tryna get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't Man you hella won't (Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!) [Hook] [Bridge:] I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big ass coat From that thrift shop down the road I wear your granddad's clothes (damn right) I look incredible (now come on man) I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat) From that thrift shop down the road (let's go) [Hook] Is that your grandma's coat?

Thin Line (feat. Buffalo Madonna)

[Hook: Buffalo Madonna] And on on and on and on we go And on on and on and on we go We love who we are but now its gone Lets leave before we eat each other alive Alive [Verse 1: Macklemore] Same city, yeah, we cant break up Nice mask on, wear the same one The greatest trick that the devil ever pulled Was convincing women that they looked Better in their makeup I wear war paint, fight to the casket Too tired to apologize on this mattress Emotional detachment whats the matter? Shes learning that she never should have Dated a rapper I dont blame her, my mind is gone Im at dinner, checking phone calls Texts & blogs I dont hear a word, I know nothing at all Just concerned about the world Memorizing these songs Goes on and on Dont wanna break you But Im leading you on On, on, on, on And now its gone [Hook: Buffalo Madonna] And on on and on and on we go And on on and on and on we go We love who we are but now its gone Lets leave before we eat each other alive Alive You are the love of my life You are the love of my life You are the love of my life This time we know we know Its over, over [Bridge: Buffalo Madonna] Didnt believe in love until we fell out Gave the keys back, now Im on the homies couch Always going out, sleeping round with strangers Danger! But you cant live without her Now youre paranoid, checking on her cellphone Making sure she aint like you alone Havent made love with the lights still on Its like youre hiding something from me [Verse 2: Macklemore] Lets fake another toast to the good life Predict the future, clean slate, blue sky Fantasy: I see me husband, you wife Lyin, staring into those two eyes And I cant take it, back to where we came from My pavement, past the emotional earthquake foundation Yeah, lets keep swimming in the snake pit Get bit, get out then jump back into the suffocation Make up and fuck to save us like we got this Come on, this is just us baby And this is just a fight, this is just love maybe Is it just you or am I fucking crazy? I swear to god, I wish that I could Photoshop the scars off Cold world and get all my heart throbbed And I said it all and never get lock jaw Mouth is a sawed off shotgun at any second could pop off How does the truth taste? My job comes with complimentary toothpaste Lately, Ive been living up out of my suitcase Building trust in that Im leaving on Tuesday Bought a one night stand, just a bootleg A duplication of something authentic Heart augmented, and its so hard to end it I said peace before but this time I meant it [Bridge: Macklemore & Buffalo Madonna] Cant get her out of my head This place is a mess Holding onto cobwebs That has us both on the fence She walks that thin line In and out of my bed Each time I love her less Cant get her out of my head This place is a mess Holding onto cobwebs That has us both on the fence She walks that thin line In and out of my bed Each time I love her less [Hook: Buffalo Madonna] And on on and on and on we go And on on and on and on we go We love who we are but now its gone Lets leave before we eat each other alive Alive You are the love of my life You are the love of my life You are the love of my life This time we know we know Its over

Same Love (feat. Mary Lambert)

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight I told my mom tears rushing down my face She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k tripping, " Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league" A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex Had the characteristics The right wing conservatives think it's a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made rewiring of a predisposition Playing God, aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don't know And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten But we paraphrase a book written thirtyfive-hundred years ago I don't know And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to I can't change Even if I try Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me Have you read the YouTube comments lately? "Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily We become so numb to what we're saying A culture founded from oppression Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference! Live on and be yourself When I was at church they taught me something else If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen I might not be the same, but that's not important No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support it (I don't know) And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm We press play, don't press pause Progress, march on With the veil over our eyes We turn our back on the cause Till the day that my uncles can be united by law When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all But it's a damn good place to start No law is gonna change us We have to change us Whatever God you believe in We come from the same one Strip away the fear Underneath it's all the same love About time that we raised up And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to I can't change Even if I try Even if I wanted to My love My love My love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm Love is patient Love is kind Love is patient Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays) Love is patient Love is kind

Make The Money

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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, 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 [Hook] [Bridge x2] 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 [Hook] Forget about the fame I said forget about the fame I'll forever remain faithful Stay true, stay true, stay true

Neon Cathedral (feat. Allen Stone)

Aha Uhm 1-2 [Verse 1: Macklemore] Round here they sing broken hymns Their prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin The amp's dusty and sits in the corner By a bartender that'll pickpocket your heart And a jukebox that'll steal your quarter Bartender, please give me a confession Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink There's a heavy current, got a long way to swim Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood Then I might actually feel something if I don't cover it up Watch their faces, familiar places Even if they haven't left the vinyl booth that they stayed in The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant And a truth that's so strong I'd be a fool not to chase it But yet, I'm a fool and I stay here Hope these problems drown themselves, I die in wait here One more, four more, fuck it a night cap Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I'll be right back [Hook: Allen Stone] Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame But I've misplaced that sense of fright This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine But listen closely as I testify Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night [Verse 2: Macklemore] I read the Bible, but I forgot the verses The liquor store is open later than the church is Pured by their imperfections, everything that's burning To Hell with the confessions, all the "Lord Have Mercy's" Blessed in holy water, listen, oh Holy Father Have you ever smelled flesh that sweats out Monarch vodka? 11 AM in the morning and you can't get it off ya Callin' to the preacher but it's like the pastor isn't talking Until the store opens I can re-up on that doctrine The people close to me say that I'm in need of a doctor Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles This is the drink of the Lord, that's according to my gospel Open to interpretation, if you're judgin' I don't want it I got sins that scold like my throat when I hit the bottle And I'm sinking and that's why I keep on drinking I need a refill, far more than once every weekend Sweet Jesus, I'm getting amnesia Shaking til I get a taste, my faith is having seizures Every time I walk away and try to leave it Every time I walk away and try to leave it [Bridge: Macklemore] Wouldn't miss it for the world Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral [Bridge: Macklemore] Wouldn't miss it for the world Baptized my vices and the bar is my church Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral Neon Cathedral [Hook: Allen Stone] Underneath this fragile frame Lives a battle between pride and shame But I've misplaced that sense of fight This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine But listen closely as I testify Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night Dependency has been a thief at night Thief at night, thief at night

White Walls (feat. Schoolboy Q & Hollis)

I wanna be free, I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, That is my shit And I throw it up (I throw that up) Thats what it is (thats what it is) In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch) Cant see me through my tints (nah ah) Im riding real slow (slow motion) In my paint wet drippin shining like my 24s (umbrella) I aint got 24s (no oh) But Im on those Vogues Thats those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like old English in that brown paper bag Im rolling in that same whip that my granddad had Hello haters, Damn yall mad 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive I Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Man Im lounging in some shit Bernie Mac wouldve been proud of Looking down from heaven like damn thats stylish Smilin, dont pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120 Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, Im smashing Im ducking bucking them out here Im like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what its like under the city lights Riding into the night, driving over the bridge The same one we walked across as kids Knew Id have a whippin but never one like this Old school, old school, Candy paint, two seater Yea, Im from Seattle, Theres hella Honda Civics I couldnt 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, junior, 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, lean back, taking my time Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snorting coke She doing line after line like shes writing rhymes I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin, my uncle was on 14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was gone Sendin portions of his liquor, water in the Patron Rather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2 Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on em My dogs hanging out the window Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps See whats poppin at the mall, meet a bad bitch Slap her booty with my palms You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls Im motherfuckin off Son, swear these eyes 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 do she want it low? This shit a Coupe de Ville so youll never know So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it Slice off when the gas is finished, Q I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, lean back, taking my time Im blowin that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright

Jimmy Iovine (feat. 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 Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, I need all that shit (Steal myself a record deal. Steal myself a record deal. Steal myself a record deal.) 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, case in this building Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions (millions) Headed in and sway there, open that front door Interscope printed out right by the entrance door closes Not a metaphor, then I start towards That front, thats right, where you check in Dressed in an 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 Im late, Paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office Holding my breath bout to faint Im 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 dont make it out Then Im leaving town with that contract And Im spazzing out, cover the in or out His chair and Im taking him hostage I dont give a fuck, step into the elevator press three Now Im headed up (Heist!) What they don't know is a gun in the paint can And Im ready and willing to bust em, 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 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 Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, They aint giving it Im taking it, taking it, I need all that shit I made past security, the secretary, the cubicles But its weird, its like this room Ive walked into is unusual Thought it would be shiny and beautiful Thought it would be alive and like musical But it feels like someone died, its got the vibe of a funeral Theres 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 yea, 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: weve been watching you, so glad you could make it Your music, its so impressive in this whole brand you created You're one hell of a band, we here think youre destined for greatness And with that right song we all know that youre next to be famous Now Im sorry. Ive had a long day remind me now what your name is? Thats right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy Anyway, you ready? Well give you a hundred thousand dollars. After your album comes out well need back that money that you borrowed (mmhm) So its really like a loan. A loan? Come on, no! We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals! Youll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road Along with a third of the money you make when youre out doing your shows Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10 So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7% to split Thats not bad, Ive 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

Wing$
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly" I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, "Mom, I touched the net," this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, In school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes on their Adidas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in, I wanted what he had, America, it begins I want to fly Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for Tell me what it takes And I'll go so high I'll go so high My feet won't touch the ground I stitch my wings And pull the strings I bought these dreams That all fall down We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off I want to fly Can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for Tell me what it takes And I'll go so high I'll go so high My feet won't touch the ground I stitch my wings And pull the strings I bought these dreams That all fall down It started out with what I wear to school That first day, like these are what make you cool And this pair, this would be my parachute So much more than just a pair of shoes Nah, this is what I am What I wore, this is the source of my youth This dream that they sold to you For a hundred dollars and some change Consumption is in the veins And now I see it's just another pair of shoes [* Air Jordan IV]

A Wake (feat. Evan Roman)

[Interlude] I need love You need love Give me love And I'll give you my love [Verse 1] They say thirty is the new twenty And twenty is the new thirty shit I guess Makes sense, cause fifteen year olds seem twenty And twenty five year olds seem ten I used to drink away my paycheck Celebrate the mistakes I hadn't made yet Our generation isn't the best on safe sex We forget the latex, becoming Planned Parenthood patients Synthetic heroin is the new basshead So much to escape, fuck a straight edge Walk around looking through a fake lens Apps this good, whose got time to make friends? I wish I didn't care Acynical hispters with long hair Cocaine problems, like my music It's not my issue, I can't solve it [Hook] My flight has finally landed down And the ground has stopped moving all around Eyes open, awake for the very first time We both forfeit this game of crime [Verse 2] They say it's so refreshing to hear somebody on records No guns, no drugs, no sex, just truth The guns that's America, the drugs are what they gave to us And sex sells itself, don't judge her 'til it's you Ah, I'm not more or less cautious The rappers rappin' 'bout them strippers up on the pole, copping These interviews are obnoxious Saying that it's poetry is so well spoken, stop it I grew up during Reaganomics When Ice T was out there on his killing cops shit Or Rodney King was getting beat on And they let off every single officer And Los Angeles went and lost it Now every month there is a new Rodney on Youtube It's just something our generation is used to And neighbourhoods where you never see a news crew Unless they're gentrifying, white people don't even cruise through And my subconcious telling me stop it This is an issue that you shouldn't get involved in Don't even tweet, R.I.P Trayvon Martin Don't wanna be that white dude, million man marchin' Fighting for our freedom that my people stole Don't wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable But you don't even have a fuckin' song for radio Why you out here talkin race, tryin' to save the fuckin' globe Don't get involved with the causes in mind White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time So we just party like it's nineteen ninty nine Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying [Hook + Interlude]

Gold (feat. Eighty4 Fly)

Everything is gold, everything is equal Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on The worlds coated in the gold Krylon Yea, and these days days days They never run away Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case And get to give it away My gold erupted from volcanos in the heavens And every shrine that existed in time melting Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bells When everything is gold, who cares about the carats? They say that gold's the skin of the gods You cant take the band there when youre gone Now Ill tip over that kiosk in the mall As the sunset falls into tomorrow Today were feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated So were feeling like gold Five hundred thousand sold Slick rick gold, row fun, hella cold Yea were feeling like gold So fresh head to toes Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated So were feeling like gold Alright now we open up that car door Hop out, hope they notice us Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt Separate myself by sticking out just because Thats how you illustrate power and who youre above But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks I've been rocking gold chains since pee was in the tank You only live once, you only live once Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin up Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin on the sun Like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated So were feeling like gold Oh oh oh oh oh Today were feeling like gold Oh oh oh oh oh Gold coins, gold phone, gold car Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntin Under these gold trunks, thats 2 golden nugget Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of em Passing space needle, golden shower on pedestrians Excuse me, thats my bad, thats my eagle and he shouldnt of My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh And its gold, two girls gold brass Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants Theyre sipping Olde English right out of a gold can Two girls, gold spandex so pretty That girl aint even gold, she just got golden girl titties Im kidding, everyone is gold in my city You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it Get it get it get it.. Today were feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated So were feeling like gold Today were feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated So were feeling like gold Oh oh oh oh oh So were feeling like gold Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh

Starting Over (feat. Ben Bridwell)

1, 2, nah. Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of And I threw em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me Made my sobriety so public, theres no fuckin privacy If I dont talk about it then I carry a date 08-10-08, but now its been changed and every wanna put me in some box as a saint that I never was, its the false prophet that never came And will they think that everything that I've written has all been fake Or will I just take my slip to the grave? Uh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say? The success story that got his life together and changed And you know what pain looks like When you tell your dad you relapsed then look him directly into his face The seat on your shoulders the seemingly heavy weight Haven't seen tears like this on my girl In a while the trust that I once builts been betrayed But Id rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised I guess I gotta get this on the page Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass where self is I know what I gotta do and I cant help it One day at a time is what they tell us Now I gotta find a way to tell them God help em Yeah, one day at a time is what they tell us Now I gotta find a way to tell them We fall so hard Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost... I thought youd go But you were with me all along... along... And every kid that came up to me And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean Now look at me, a couple days sober Im fighting demons Back of that meeting on the east side Shaking tweakin', hope that they dont see it Hope that no one is looking That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie Was posted in the back with my hands crossed shooken If they call on me Im passing, if they talk to me Im booking out that door But before I can make it somebody stops me and says, "Are you Macklemore? Maybe this isnt the place or time. I just wanted to say that if it wasnt for Otherside I wouldnt have made it." I just look down at the ground and say, "Thank you." She tells me she has 9 months and that shes so grateful Tears in her eyes, looking like shes gonna cry, fuck! I barely got 48 hours, treated like Im some wise monk I wanna tell her I relapsed but I cant I just shake her hand and tell her congrats Get back to my car and I think Im tripping, yeah 'Cause God wrote "Otherside", that pen was in my hand Im just a flawed man, man I fucked up up Like so many others I just never thought I would I never thought I would, didnt pick up the book Doin it by myself, didnt turn out that good If I can be an example of getting sober Then I can be an example of starting over If I can be an example of getting sober Then I can be an example of starting over We fall so hard Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost... I thought you'd go But you were with me all along... along... We fall so hard Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost...

Cowboy Boots
[Intro] And we drink and get older And some of us even try to get sober Now here's to the assholes and the last calls Well, city kids, you get what you ask for [Bridge] And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece [Hook 2x:] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR [Verse 1] Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks Good Lord, they broke all my shields Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here To be young again, I guess it's relative The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin I fantasize about a second win Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] So here's to the nights, dancing with the band Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit Come and hold onto these nights Trying to find our way home by the street light Over time you figure out this is me, right Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M [Bridge] [Hook]

Castle
Unicorns and wizard sleeves Hammer pants and make believe Pirate ships sailing off to sea Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle This is for the freaks and for my magicians Booty clapping, lap dancing technicians Dance parties in the name of Great Britain And American girls who love a Detroit Piston Like Dennis Rodman, I got a rod, man (awww yeah!) Long wong-dong in a soft hand And a ping-pong pink schlong, let's all dance! From England to Stockholm I'm wearing a cape just like a poncho I got a cutey and I'm making a beat on her booty Like I was up on Aruba beating upon a bongo I got a bottle of Martinelli's and dumping it all over anybody that's kicking it in the Grotto And the neighbours keep tripping, I'm like "I'm in a castle", Fuck your condo! Unicorns and wizard sleeves Hammer pants and make believe Pirate ships sailing off to sea Unicorns and wizard sleeves Hammer pants and make believe Pirate ships sailing off to sea Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle You like to party, I am a partier You like to wander, I am a wanderer Your thighs are the closet to Narnia Is it cool if I go and get lost in that? I'm the lion, the witch in the wardrobe Massage my lap, I have a sore bone Of course cold on the dance floor Like an Eskimo's toes in the North Pole With both toes poking out of two holes In the Eskimo socks, I'm hot Like a cauldron from a warlock Wearing sweatpants in a sauna Who's your father? I'm not I'm motherfuckin' Raven Bowie and here's my cock Rooster, Cock-a-doodle-doo sir Take a hit of the hooka, now make it drop Girl's booty was bigger than the stomach of Rick Ross Holy mother mountain of tender tendon to get lost in Bounce, bounce, that castle booty, that bottom Make it wobble, wobbly-waddle 'til my third leg has to hobble You don't want to look back on this night And think I should have been freaking on a booty Freak-freaking on a booty Unicorns and wizard sleeves Hammer pants and make believe Pirate ships sailing off to sea Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle This might be the best night that we have ever had That-that we have ever had That-that we have ever had That-that we have ever had together Eh, motherfucking, eh Have you ever killed a coyote in the middle of a party In the night, in the middle of a party Have you ever killed a coyote in the middle of the night In the middle of a party Brought it home and threw it on the carpet Sit and kill a coyote, I'm starving Who wants to eat a coyote? Who wants to eat a coyote? Who wants to eat a coyote? Bring my bagpipe, I grab my flute Cause drunk King John is stealin' loot Get on to the pole in a birthday suit, our suit Where MJ is King, and Prince is prince And Raven has ruled ever since Unicorns and wizard sleeves Hammer pants and make believe Pirate ships sailing off to sea Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle

My Oh My
I used to sit with my dad in the garage That sawdust that pine sol and the moss Around every spring when the winter thaw We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard Couldn't have been older than 10 But to me and my friends The voice on the other end might as well have been God's 1995 the division series Edgars up to bat Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening, Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time My oh my the Mariners win it Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome We had just made history. [Dave Niehaus announcing:] And swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit! Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base! They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be'. Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship! I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY! Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit Where the leather he used to pound his fists To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time My oh My another victory yes, my city my city. Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field Make history in between the base path And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer This is what you make of it yeah we play to win Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in, Right until he waves us in It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.

Victory Lap
[Intro:] And they say, "Don't forget where you come from Don't die holding on to your words Cause you know you got a whole world to change But understand who you got to change first" [Verse 1:] And I was like "Fuck that", humility bust back I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass I was just a little shorty hoping that I could find a bum to buy a 40 for me And have enough for a bud sack Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to Music the only medium that I could find myself through Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let loose Looking in the mirror, watching myself lose Cleaned up in '08, got a job making barely minimum wage To get into that page Hit the road with RL, performing in front of 8 people And that shit will check your ego About around that time I'm watching that EP go From nothing to getting us booked around the country I know no limits, life can change in an instant 8 People turn into sold out shows in a minute And I'm watching my pops in the back row grinning With his glass up to my mom, toasting this Guinness [Hook] And we on (we on) Good music, it lies in the ambiance When we leave here Will these words live on Till then, we keep on making the songs So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) [Verse 2:] I remember that Freshman edition Last year thinking to myself like Yah, nah, I won't win it yet Probably won't get it, but I'm gonna give it everything Play my position The next 11 months I gave it all everything I had left in me Left blood, sweat, tears in every god damn city No label, no deal, no publicist, indie Just music that connected and fans that rode with me Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign While you're riding a couple dope rides 2 women, both dimes Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice But I got creative control and my souls mine I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy I put on for my city Seattle that raised me Rule 4080, it's really not changing Now a days make good music, the people are your label [Hook] So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) [Outro:] Oh my god, feels like a victory lap Can I have that moment Can I talk my shit And they say, "Don't forget where you come from Don't die holding on to your words Cause you know you got a whole world to change But understand who you got to change first" Put 'em up, up up, up up Up, up up, up up Up, up up, up up Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle Put 'em up, up up, up up Up, up up, up up (so high)