Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Vocals
Anthony Ramos
Anthony Ramos
Vocals
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Vocals
Okieriete Onaodowan
Okieriete Onaodowan
Vocals
Leslie Odom, Jr.
Leslie Odom, Jr.
Vocals
Original Broadway Cast of "Hamilton"
Original Broadway Cast of "Hamilton"
Vocals
Robin Macatangay
Robin Macatangay
Guitar
Richard Hammond
Richard Hammond
Bass
Anja Wood
Anja Wood
Cello
Alex Lacamoire
Alex Lacamoire
Conductor
Randy Cohen
Randy Cohen
Synthesizer
Andres Forero
Andres Forero
Drums
Benny Reiner
Benny Reiner
Keyboards
Kurt Crowley
Kurt Crowley
Keyboards
Laura Sherman
Laura Sherman
Harp
Scott Wasserman
Scott Wasserman
Programming
Erin Mayland
Erin Mayland
Violin
Jeremy King
Jeremy King
Assistant Programming
Jonathan Dinklage
Jonathan Dinklage
Orchestra Leader
Mario Gotoh
Mario Gotoh
Viola
Nevin Steinberg
Nevin Steinberg
Sound Effects
Taylor Williams
Taylor Williams
Synthesizer Programming
Will Wells
Will Wells
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Composer
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Composer
Oscar Hammerstein II
Oscar Hammerstein II
Lyrics
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Lyrics
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Lyrics
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Lyrics
Osten Harvey Jr.
Osten Harvey Jr.
Composer
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Composer
Ron Chernow
Ron Chernow
Based on the Work of
Alex Lacamoire
Alex Lacamoire
Orchestrator
Emily Grishman
Emily Grishman
Copyist
Katharine Edmonds
Katharine Edmonds
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Alex Lacamoire
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Mixing Engineer
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Producer
Bill Sherman
Bill Sherman
Producer
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Producer
Craig Kallman
Craig Kallman
Associate Producer
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Ebonie Smith
Ebonie Smith
Assistant Engineer
Nevin Steinberg
Nevin Steinberg
Sound Design
Riggs Morales
Riggs Morales
Associate Producer
Ron Robinson
Ron Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Sean Patrick Flahaven
Associate Producer
Thomas Kail
Thomas Kail
Associate Producer
Tyler Hartman
Tyler Hartman
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I probably shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lotta brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin' to reach my goal
My power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder
I shoulder every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R
We are meant to be
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
(Enter me) (He says in parentheses)
Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away my shot (My shot)
I am not throwing away my shot (My shot)
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
It's time to take a shot
I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to anarchy
Anarchy? How you say, how you, oh, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky with my shot
Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice
And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I'm joining the rebellion, 'cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants
I'm gonna take a shot
And but we'll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I, do or die
Wait till I sally in on a stallion
With the first Black battalion, have another shot
Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I'm with you, but the situation is fraught
You've got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you're gonna get shot
Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is
Oh, am I talking too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I'll make y'all proud
Let's get this guy in front of a crowd
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Hey)
Whoa (Woo)
Whoa
Say, let 'em hear ya (Yeah)
Let's go
I said, shout it to the rooftops (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Said, to the rooftops (Whoa)
Ah, come on (Whoa)
Come on, let's go (Yeah)
Rise up
When you're living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
Rise up
I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory
When's it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I'd live past twenty
Where I come from, some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh
Reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that's plenty
Scratch that, this is not a moment, it's the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin' our promised land
And? If we win our independence
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin' and fightin'
I've been readin' and writin'
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation?
I'm past patiently waitin'
I'm passionately smashin' every expectation
Every action's an act of creation
I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow
And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
We're gonna rise up, time to take a shot (Not throwing away my shot)
We're gonna rise up, time to take a shot (Not throwing away my shot)
(We're gonna rise up, rise up) It's time to take a shot
(Rise up, rise up) It's time to take a shot
It's time to take a shot (Rise up)
Take a shot, shot, shot (Rise up)
Ayo, it's time to take a shot
Time to take a shot
And I am not throwin' away my
Not throwin' away my shot
Written by: Albert Johnson, Christopher Wallace, Kejuan Muchita, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Oscar Hammerstein II, Osten Harvey Jr., Richard Rodgers, Roger Troutman
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