Top Songs By Lin-Manuel Miranda
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Vocals
Leslie Odom, Jr.
Vocals
Anthony Ramos
Vocals
Christopher Jackson
Vocals
Original Broadway Cast of "Hamilton"
Background Vocals
Robin Macatangay
Guitar
Richard Hammond
Bass
Anja Wood
Cello
Alex Lacamoire
Conductor
Randy Cohen
Programming
Andres Forero
Drums
Laura Sherman
Harp
Benny Reiner
Keyboards
Kurt Crowley
Keyboards
Scott Wasserman
Programming
Erin Mayland
Violin
Christopher Jackson
Vocals
Jeremy King
Programming
Jonathan Dinklage
Violin
Mario Gotoh
Viola
Nevin Steinberg
Sound Effects
Taylor Williams
Synthesizer Programming
Will Wells
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Composer
Earl Simmons
Lyrics
Kasseem Dean
Lyrics
Alex Lacamoire
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Tim Latham
Mixing Engineer
Ahmir Thompson
Producer
Bill Sherman
Producer
Tariq Trotter
Producer
Craig Kallman
Associate Producer
Derek Lee
Recording Engineer
Ebonie Smith
Assistant Engineer
Riggs Morales
Associate Producer
Ron Robinson Jr.
Assistant Engineer
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Associate Producer
Thomas Kail
Associate Producer
Tyler Hartman
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Lee, do you yield?
You shot him in the side, yes, he yields
I'm satisfied
Yo, we gotta clear the field
Go, we won
Here comes the general
This should be fun
What is the meaning of this?
Mr. Burr, get a medic for the general (yes, sir)
Lee, you will never agree with me
But believe me, these young men don't speak for me
Thank you for your service
Let's ride
Hamilton? (Sir) meet me inside
Meet him inside
Meet him inside
Meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside
Son (don't call me son)
This war is hard enough without infighting
Lee called you out, we called his bluff
You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south
You're absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth
That would've shut him up
Son (I'm not ya son), watch your tone
I am not a maiden in need of defending (Charles Lee), I am grown
Thomas Conway, these men take your name, and they rake it through the mud
My name's been through a lot, I can take it
Well, I don't have your name, I don't have your titles
I don't have your land, but, if you - (no)
If you gave me command of a battalion, a group of men to lead
I could fly above my station after the war
Or you could die and we need you alive
I'm more than willing to die
Your wife needs you alive, son, I need you alive
Call me son one more time!
Go home, Alexander
That's an order from your commander
(Sir!) Go home!
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, Lin-manuel Miranda
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