Listen to My Shot (feat. Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz & Nate Ruess) [Rise Up Remix] by The Roots

My Shot (feat. Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz & Nate Ruess) [Rise Up Remix]

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My Shot (feat. Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz & Nate Ruess) (Rise Up Remix)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Roots

Performer

Nate Ruess

Vocals

Joell Ortiz

Vocals

Busta Rhymes

Vocals

Tariq Trotter

Vocals

Mike Elizondo

Keyboards

Trevor Lawrence Jr.

Trevor Lawrence Jr.

Drum Programming

Rise Up

Remixer

Ahmir Thompson

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Composer

Richard Rodgers

Richard Rodgers

Composer

Oscar Hammerstein II

Oscar Hammerstein II

Lyrics

Albert Johnson

Lyrics

Christopher Wallace

Christopher Wallace

Lyrics

Kejuan Muchita

Lyrics

Osten Harvey Jr.

Osten Harvey Jr.

Composer

Roger Troutman

Composer

Ron Chernow

Based on the Work of

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Alonzo Lazaro

Assistant Engineer

Mike Elizondo

Producer

Brent Arrowood

Engineer

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Mastering Engineer

Adam Hawkins

Mixing Engineer

Rise Up

Mixing Engineer

Andrew Sarlo

Vocal Recording Engineer

Gonzalo "Geeflow" Contreras

Gonzalo "Geeflow" Contreras

Vocal Recording Engineer

Greg Green

Vocal Recording Engineer

Jon Schacter

Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

The Hamilton Mixtape

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 1]

Ayo, mugshot, gun shot, dope shot, jump shot

Take your pick, but you only get one shot

Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot

Applyin' a sticker to his Spider-Man lunchbox

When even role models tell us we're born to be felons

We're never gettin' into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon

And we gon' end up either robbin' somebody or killin'

It's not fair that's all they can tell us

That's why I hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday

That'll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery

I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away

Or chalk it up as just another one that got away, so

I'm unapologetic, I'm on my calisthenics

If I have given it all I got, I cannot regret it

My point of destination's different from where I was headed

'Cause I'ma shoot for the stars to get it

One shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

No, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Verse 2]

When opportunity knock, you don't send anyone to get it

Answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it

They said if you can't beat 'em, you join 'em

I say, "Forget it"

'Cause once you join 'em, you're buildin' a ceilin' the way you're headed

Be American, express how you feel and take the credit

Don't settle for 87, go premium unleaded and

Take off, shake all the hate off, it's over

It's they loss, the payoff's their weight off your shoulders

Must admit, I'm feelin', um, kinda, um

Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher

Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize

I surprise you guys, I'm a prize fighter (Yeah)

My nine to five describe your scribe, survive minor

Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers

Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it

I mean, you only get one shot, take it or leave it

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

No, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Bridge]

Rise up

If you livin' 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 folks like me and you gonna rise up?

Every city, every hood, we need to rise up

All my soldiers, we need to wise up (What's good?)

We ain't got no other choice, we need to wise up

Rise up!

[Verse 3]

Throughout my travels and journeys through life, I've been searchin'

And been learnin' to be the type of person

To display how determined I get when I'm certain

Inside, I feel that fire that's burnin'

Like a knife that is turnin', I fight while I'm hurtin'

Sometimes, they're right 'cause life is a burden

Like the pain from a bite that'll worsen

Tryna stifle the light that'll shine on me first and

Before I ride in a hearse and

My breathing stops

And never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth

And now I come again holdin' down Hamilton Hercules Mulligan

Readin' a Vanity Fair or the Huffington

Done with the sufferin', we in the guts again, family rushin' in

Wonder where Busta been

Feelin' the hunger and feedin' the lust to win (Lust to win)

See, I've been patiently waitin' for this moment

To rise up again, that's the way I was molded

And as the last one standin' as the rest of them foldin'

Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

No, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Chorus]

I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot

No, I'm not throwin' away my shot

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry

And I'm not throwin' away my shot

[Outro]

It's time to take a shot

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Written by: Albert Johnson, Christopher Wallace, Kejuan Muchita, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Oscar Hammerstein II, Osten Harvey, Osten Harvey Jr., Richard Rodgers, Roger Troutman

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