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  • 作词 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Ramon Ibanga Jr/Egbert Dawkins III/David Brewster
    作曲 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Ramon Ibanga Jr/Egbert Dawkins III/David Brewster
    制作人 : !Ilmind
    混音师 : Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
    音频工程师 : Jordan Mitchell
    编程 : !llmind
    母带工程师 : Chris Gehringer
    人声 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Aloe Blacc/Dave East
    Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    I was up against the wall
    I had no foundation
    No friends and no family to catch my fall
    Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
    I picked up a pen
    And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    Nas: I picked up the pen like Hamilton
    Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
    No political power, just lyrical power
    Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
    Schemin' on a come up, from evening'to sun up
    My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
    Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
    Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
    Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
    Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
    And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
    Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
    Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
    I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
    I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
    The definition of what It Was Written means
    Know what I mean?
    Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    I was up against the wall
    I had no foundation
    No friends and no family to catch my fall
    Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
    I picked up a pen
    And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    Dave East: I really wrote my way up out of 6E
    Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
    Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
    Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
    At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains
    Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
    Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
    The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
    Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
    Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
    That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
    Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
    I persevered, composition, I kept it close
    Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
    Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
    Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
    This poetry in motion, I'm a poet
    Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    I was up against the wall
    I had no foundation
    No friends and no family to catch my fall
    Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
    I picked up a pen
    And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    Lin-Manuel Miranda: High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
    Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
    My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
    In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
    Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
    "Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
    My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
    Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
    Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
    The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
    These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
    Damn, you got no chill, ******' right I'm relentless
    I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
    So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
    This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
    And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
    Shine a light when it's gray out
    Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    Aloe Blacc: Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
    No lovin' arms to keep me warm
    This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
    I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
    Cause I wrote my way out
    I picked up the pen like Hamilton
    I wrote my way out of the projects
    Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
    Picked up the pen like Hamilton
    I wrote my way out of the
    Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
    I wrote my way out
    Picked up the pen like Hamilton
    I wrote my way out of the

    (I wrote my way out)
    Nas: Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game,
    so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game,
    then it would be from a different perspective
    (I wrote my way out)
    I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story,
    be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
    Tell the real story

  • [00:00.00] 作词 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Ramon Ibanga Jr/Egbert Dawkins III/David Brewster
    [00:01.00] 作曲 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Ramon Ibanga Jr/Egbert Dawkins III/David Brewster
    [00:02.00] 制作人 : !Ilmind
    [00:03.00] 混音师 : Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
    [00:04.00] 音频工程师 : Jordan Mitchell
    [00:05.00] 编程 : !llmind
    [00:06.00] 母带工程师 : Chris Gehringer
    [00:07.00] 人声 : Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Aloe Blacc/Dave East
    [00:09.67]Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    [00:11.64]Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    [00:14.36]I was up against the wall
    [00:16.81]I had no foundation
    [00:18.96]No friends and no family to catch my fall
    [00:21.77]Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
    [00:26.64]I picked up a pen
    [00:27.94]And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    [00:29.21]Nas: I picked up the pen like Hamilton
    [00:31.46]Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
    [00:34.50]No political power, just lyrical power
    [00:37.20]Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
    [00:39.88]Schemin' on a come up, from evening'to sun up
    [00:42.43]My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
    [00:45.26]Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
    [00:47.84]Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
    [00:50.60]Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
    [00:52.88]Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
    [00:55.17]And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
    [00:58.25]Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
    [01:01.00]Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
    [01:03.89]I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
    [01:06.51]I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
    [01:09.52]The definition of what It Was Written means
    [01:12.36]Know what I mean?
    [01:13.69]Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    [01:15.64]Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    [01:18.24]I was up against the wall
    [01:20.84]I had no foundation
    [01:22.95]No friends and no family to catch my fall
    [01:25.98]Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
    [01:30.49]I picked up a pen
    [01:32.14]And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    [01:33.81]Dave East: I really wrote my way up out of 6E
    [01:35.90]Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
    [01:38.56]Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
    [01:41.14]Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
    [01:43.74]At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains
    [01:46.42]Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
    [01:49.02]Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
    [01:51.96]The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
    [01:54.60]Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
    [01:57.02]Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
    [01:59.60]That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
    [02:03.16]Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
    [02:05.27]I persevered, composition, I kept it close
    [02:07.67]Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
    [02:10.53]Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
    [02:13.06]Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
    [02:15.73]This poetry in motion, I'm a poet
    [02:17.85]Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    [02:19.65]Aloe Blacc: When the world turned its back on me
    [02:22.28]I was up against the wall
    [02:24.82]I had no foundation
    [02:26.99]No friends and no family to catch my fall
    [02:30.02]Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
    [02:34.35]I picked up a pen
    [02:36.15]And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
    [02:37.36]Lin-Manuel Miranda: High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
    [02:39.91]Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
    [02:42.56]My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
    [02:45.10]In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
    [02:47.76]Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
    [02:51.33]"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
    [02:53.32]My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
    [02:55.76]Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
    [02:58.41]Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
    [03:01.08]The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
    [03:03.80]These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
    [03:06.41]Damn, you got no chill, ******' right I'm relentless
    [03:09.08]I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
    [03:11.71]So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
    [03:14.52]This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
    [03:16.64]And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
    [03:19.94]Shine a light when it's gray out
    [03:21.62]Lin-Manuel Miranda: I wrote my way out
    [03:23.66]Aloe Blacc: Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
    [03:28.28]No lovin' arms to keep me warm
    [03:32.97]This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
    [03:36.92]I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
    [03:40.10]Cause I wrote my way out
    [03:41.80]I picked up the pen like Hamilton
    [03:43.27]I wrote my way out of the projects
    [03:44.84]Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
    [03:46.63]Picked up the pen like Hamilton
    [03:48.59]I wrote my way out of the
    [03:49.92]Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
    [03:51.25]I wrote my way out
    [03:52.24]Picked up the pen like Hamilton
    [03:54.16]I wrote my way out of the
    [03:57.77]
    [03:58.88](I wrote my way out)
    [04:01.36]Nas: Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game,
    [04:04.54]so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game,
    [04:07.58]then it would be from a different perspective
    [04:09.52](I wrote my way out)
    [04:10.48]I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story,
    [04:14.60]be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
    [04:18.30]Tell the real story
    [04:21.43]