Macklemore, DJ Premier - HEROES lyrics
[Macklemore, DJ Premier - HEROES lyrics]
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 fuck cops and the bureau
Mix of Casper, Harold, Hunter, and De Niro
Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf
And I'm like, "Damn
Used to wanna be like O'Dawg"
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
Playin' "Fuck tha Police"
Eleven, 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 fuck
Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks
Wanted a 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 is
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 where 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
Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great
Back in the days
At the Boulevard on Broadway
Before the downtown turned to
A big All Saints i was rollin' 'round with a
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 like yours, nah, nah
They didn't work a nine-to-five
They worked a five-to-four
Woke up at three and recorded more
See, my heroes died of overdoses
Ridin' for the culture
Mind tied to psychosis
All the lies in show biz
My heroes shot dope and inhaled
Blow in their noses got locked up, got out
And did some more shit
I got that devil in me and
A bunch of Henny with me
And we fuck up any city, heavy hitting
Any innings
Steal the pancakes off your plate and
Then I'm robbin' you at Denny's
In a Plymouth that is tinted and
The sherm has got me spinning
You don't want it with this
Put the truck in his ribs
We don't fight fair, fuck that
We jump and get our licks
Reds and whites flash through the dash
Hop the fence wake up, smoke a blunt
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
Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great
When I grew up, criminals were my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey
Drive over my earlobes from jump
It was always fuck cops and the bureau
Mix of Casper, Harold, Hunter, and De Niro
Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf
And I'm like, "Damn
Used to wanna be like O'Dawg"
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
Playin' "Fuck tha Police"
Eleven, 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 fuck
Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks
Wanted a 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 is
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 where 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
Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great
Back in the days
At the Boulevard on Broadway
Before the downtown turned to
A big All Saints i was rollin' 'round with a
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 like yours, nah, nah
They didn't work a nine-to-five
They worked a five-to-four
Woke up at three and recorded more
See, my heroes died of overdoses
Ridin' for the culture
Mind tied to psychosis
All the lies in show biz
My heroes shot dope and inhaled
Blow in their noses got locked up, got out
And did some more shit
I got that devil in me and
A bunch of Henny with me
And we fuck up any city, heavy hitting
Any innings
Steal the pancakes off your plate and
Then I'm robbin' you at Denny's
In a Plymouth that is tinted and
The sherm has got me spinning
You don't want it with this
Put the truck in his ribs
We don't fight fair, fuck that
We jump and get our licks
Reds and whites flash through the dash
Hop the fence wake up, smoke a blunt
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
Drink it, smoke it, my clique is too great