lot! Hot! Lot Callin' the pot! Odds the gods. 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! Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Time to take a- Shot! Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a- Shot! Geniuses, lower your voices If you keep out of trouble then 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. 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 ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’ When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my- Shot! But we’ll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I. A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around and 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 hist’ry book mentions me I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

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