My Shot (Sped Up Nightcore)

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)

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 (woo) wait 'til 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, Mr. 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 talkin' too loud?

Sometimes, I get overexcited, 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

Ayo, 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

Ayo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

Ev'rybody sing, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Hey (whoa, woah, whoa)

Woo (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Said, let 'em hear ya (yeah)

Let's go (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I said, shout it to the rooftops (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Said, to the rooftops (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Come on (yeah)

Come on, let's go

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? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

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 20

Where I come from, some get half as many

Ask anybody why we're 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

Ayo, 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)

We're gonna rise up, time to take a shot (not throwing away my shot)

We're gonna rise up, rise up (is time to take a shot)

Rise up, rise up (is time to take a shot)

Rise up (is time to take a shot, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Rise up (take a shot-shot-shot)

It's time to take a shot

Time to take the shot

And I am not throwin' my-

Not throwin' my shot!