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MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS
Jimmy Iovine
[ The Heist ]
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and im fine
Cuz I'll I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain't giving it im taking it
Taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it they ain't giving it
I'm taken it, taking it, I need all that shit
(Gonna steal myself a record deal [x3])
If I just went in there slowly
The police wouldn't notice
I gotta be Strategic and creeping
Go in and leave that motive
Hold up
my plan is forming (alright)
Case in this building
Watching these rappers step back
and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)
Cut off the sweater, open that front door
And it's gold printed right by the entrance door closes
Then a metaphor, the I start a chorus
That's right you check it
Dressed in a uniform looking like a janitor
All blue jump suit, rush you!
Bloodthirsty,and I'm eating like a bull
Lookin' in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying two cans of paint
Security looks at me (awkward)
I say third floor in late
Painting Jimmy Ivine's office
Holdin' my breath, 'bout to faint
Scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud
you can hear that echo in that lobby
And see im breakin' down, if I don't make it out
Then I'm leavin' town with that contract
And I'm spazzin' out, cover the in or out
This chair, I'm taking them hostage
I don't give a fuck, step in the elevator press three
Now I'm headed up (Heist)
What they dont know,there's a gun in the paint can
And I'm ready and willin' to bust 'em fuckin' desperate
Stuck in this recession, it's not what you think
But if I get signed, my luck is destined
My future depends on ink
The Secretary at the front entrance, staring right at me
I walk up, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and im fine
Cuz I'll I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain't giving it im taking it
Taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it they ain't giving it
I'm taken it, taking it, I need all that shit
I walk past security, the Secretary, the cubicles
But it's weird, it's like this room is unusual
Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful
Thought it'd be alive and like musical
But it feels like some one died, it's got the vibe a a fuernal
There's numbers on a chalkboard
See these box, they cardboard
Artist that got blocked got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers just sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complaining they have nobody In house
Wondering what they make art for
And I start thinking, am I in the right place? Just walk forward
See placks on the wall,
Aww yeah, in a second they'll be all yours
Finally see an office with a melted sign , heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President
This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then I felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you so glad you could make it, your music it's so impressive, this whole brand you created, your one hell of a band, and we think your destined for greatness, and with that right song we all know your next to be famous.
Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day
remind my now what your names is?
That's right Macklemore
Of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready?
We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
mhm, so it's really like a loan?
A loan! Come on No
We're a team, 360 degrees we will reach your goals
You'll get a third of the merch, that you sell on the road
Along with a third of the money you make at the show
Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10,
So shit, after taxes
you and Ryan have 7 percent to split
That's not bad
I've seen alot worse
No one will give you a better offer than us
I replied, I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked
I roll them dice and im fine
Cuz I'll I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain't giving it im taking it
Taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it they ain't giving it
I'm taken it, taking it, I need all that shit
(Gonna steal myself a record deal [x3])
If I just went in there slowly
The police wouldn't notice
I gotta be Strategic and creeping
Go in and leave that motive
Hold up
my plan is forming (alright)
Case in this building
Watching these rappers step back
and walk in and leave out with millions (millions)
Cut off the sweater, open that front door
And it's gold printed right by the entrance door closes
Then a metaphor, the I start a chorus
That's right you check it
Dressed in a uniform looking like a janitor
All blue jump suit, rush you!
Bloodthirsty,and I'm eating like a bull
Lookin' in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying two cans of paint
Security looks at me (awkward)
I say third floor in late
Painting Jimmy Ivine's office
Holdin' my breath, 'bout to faint
Scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud
you can hear that echo in that lobby
And see im breakin' down, if I don't make it out
Then I'm leavin' town with that contract
And I'm spazzin' out, cover the in or out
This chair, I'm taking them hostage
I don't give a fuck, step in the elevator press three
Now I'm headed up (Heist)
What they dont know,there's a gun in the paint can
And I'm ready and willin' to bust 'em fuckin' desperate
Stuck in this recession, it's not what you think
But if I get signed, my luck is destined
My future depends on ink
The Secretary at the front entrance, staring right at me
I walk up, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and im fine
Cuz I'll I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain't giving it im taking it
Taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it they ain't giving it
I'm taken it, taking it, I need all that shit
I walk past security, the Secretary, the cubicles
But it's weird, it's like this room is unusual
Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful
Thought it'd be alive and like musical
But it feels like some one died, it's got the vibe a a fuernal
There's numbers on a chalkboard
See these box, they cardboard
Artist that got blocked got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers just sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complaining they have nobody In house
Wondering what they make art for
And I start thinking, am I in the right place? Just walk forward
See placks on the wall,
Aww yeah, in a second they'll be all yours
Finally see an office with a melted sign , heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President
This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then I felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck
He said: we've been watching you so glad you could make it, your music it's so impressive, this whole brand you created, your one hell of a band, and we think your destined for greatness, and with that right song we all know your next to be famous.
Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day
remind my now what your names is?
That's right Macklemore
Of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready?
We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed
mhm, so it's really like a loan?
A loan! Come on No
We're a team, 360 degrees we will reach your goals
You'll get a third of the merch, that you sell on the road
Along with a third of the money you make at the show
Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10,
So shit, after taxes
you and Ryan have 7 percent to split
That's not bad
I've seen alot worse
No one will give you a better offer than us
I replied, I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked
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