[00:00.00] 作词 : David Brewster/Egbert Dawkins III/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nasir Jones/Ramon Ibanga Jr[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Brewster/Egbert Dawkins III/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas/Ramon Ibanga Jr[00:02.00] 制作人 : !Ilmind[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, ****ing 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][04:22.43] 混音师 : Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce[04:23.43] 音频工程师 : Jordan Mitchell[04:24.43] 编程 : !llmind[04:25.43] 母带工程师 : Chris Gehringer[04:26.43] 人声 : Aloe Blacc/Dave East/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas