Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Ab-Soul - Jimmy Iovine | Текст песни

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• Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Ab-Soul
• Jimmy Iovine

I put my life on the line
I’m on and bassin’, I’m fine
Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it

I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

Nobody winnin’ this slogurr
The police would’ve noticed
Gotta be strategic, I’m creepin’
Go and leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is stormin’
All right, casin’ this building
Watch these rappers step back
And walk in and leave that with millions
Cut of that sweater, open that front door
And it’s gold printed out by the entrance door closes
Then a metaphor, then I start chorus
That part, that’s right, meaning shotgun
Dressed in an uniform, looking like a general
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty and I’m eatin’ like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint
Security looks at me awkward
I say therefore I’m late
Getting Jimmy out his office
And my breath ‘bout to fade
I’m scared to death of these stalks me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I break it down if I don’t make it out
Then I’m leaving town with that contract
And I’m spazzing out, cover the in or out
This chair and I’m picking them hostages
I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator preston
Now I’m headed up (east)
Where they don’t know there’s a gram I the paint can
And I’m ready and willing to bust ‘em, fuck ‘em
Sprick, stuck in this recession not what you think
But if I get out my luck is destined
Might be good, depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the line
I’m on and bassin’, I’m fine
Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it

I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual
Better be styli and beautiful
Better be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral
These numbers on the chalkboard
See these box, they cardboard
All these the blocks that got dropped and never got to be sophomores

Nothing goes down, I’m just sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complainin’ the day have nobody in the house
Wonderin’ within if they hardcore
I start pickin’, am I in the right place? Just walk towards
See Glocks on the wall
Oh yea, and the second dose will be all yours

Finally see an office with a melted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President
This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jack
I can feel a cold hand grab on the back of my neck

He said: we’ve been watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in this whole bang you created
You one hell of a bang, we here think you’re destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous

Now I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day
Remind me, now what your name is?
That’s right, Macklemore
Of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready?
We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we’ll need back that money that you borrowed
It’s really like a loan, a loan? Come on, no
1-2, 360 degrees, we will beat your goals
You’ll get it done in the murks that you sell out on the road
Along with the third of the money you make when you’re out doing your show
Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7%?
Just split
That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse
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