HEROES
Macklemore, DJ Premier
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Alright, alright Nah, nah When I grew up, criminals were my heroes The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes From jump it was always f*ck cops and the bureau Mixing Casper, Herald Hunton and De Niro Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf And I'm like, "Damn, I used to wanna be like O-Dog" Tuck the deuce, deuce under the goose, boostin' y'all Couple screws loose, cashier turns, poof, I'm gone Seven, I heard NWA in the street from my older neighbor who was payin', "F*ck Da Police" 'Leven writin' graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed By sixteen, I had an MPC (It was Hip Hop's fault) that I wanted to grow up Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and f*ck Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks Wanted the perm like DJ Quik My mama said, "Ben, are you aware your hair is way too thin" But in my mind I was junior high, Iceberg Slim Feelin' fine, gettin' high, spendin' time with a bitch Takin' Heineken sips, this as live as it gets, shit But me, man, I wanted to be a vandal Wanted to kick it with the people livin' in the bando On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up the-the-the-the mic, the-the-the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days (drinkin', smokin') My clique is too great Back in the days, hit the boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints I was rollin' 'round with the forty ounce of malt drink Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day My heroes didn't look like yours My heroes didn't look yours, nah, nah They didn't work a 9 to 5, they worked a 5 to 4 Wake up at three and recordin' more See my heroes died of overdoses, rider for the culture Mind tied to psychosis, all the lies of show biz My heroes shot dope and inhaled blow in their noses Got locked up, got out and did some more shit I got the Devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me And we f*ck up any city, heavy hittin' any innings Steal the pancakes off your pate and then I'm robbin' you at Denny's And the Plymouth that is tinted and the Sherman's got me spinnin' You don't want it with this, put the truck in his ribs We don't fight fair, f*ck that, we jump in, get our licks Reds and whites flash, do the dash, hop the fence Wake up, smoke a bunt, hit the park and do it again for my heroes Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey Pick up, pick up, pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is Doin' petty crimes, back in the days (drinkin', smokin') My clique is too great
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Written by: Ben Haggerty, Christopher Martin, Joshua Karp, Joshua Rawlings, Terrance B Cole
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