HEROES Lyrics by Macklemore is a New English song from the album “BEN” sung by popular artists Macklemore & DJ Premier. HEROES Lyrics are written by Macklemore and music produced by Budo.
Song Details
Singer : Macklemore, DJ Premier
Album : BEN
Lyrics : Macklemore, Joshua Rawlings, DJ Premier
Music : Budo
Label : Bendo LLC
HEROES Lyrics
Alright, alright
Nah, nah
When I grew up, criminal are my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes
From jump it was always f**k cops and the bureau
Mixing Casper, Herald Hunton and De Niro
Now with my kids and we watchin’ Olaf
And I’m like, “Damn, I used to wanna be like old dawg”
Tuck the D’USSÉ, D’USSÉ, under the goose, boostin’ y’all
Couple screws loose, cashier turns, poof, I’m gone
Seven, I heard NWA in the street, from my older neighbor who was payin’, “F**k Da Police”
Livin’ right in graffiti, fifteen, I’m sellin’ weed
By 16, I had an MPC
It was (…?)
That I wanted to grow up, sell dr*gs, smoke, drink mad dawg and buck
Wanted a windbreaker and some Eastbay kicks
Wanted the perm like DJ Quik
My mama said, “Ben, are you aware that your hair is thin”
But in my mind I was junior high, Iceberg Slim
Feelin’ fine, gettin’ high, spendin’ time with a bi**h
Takin’ Heineken sips, this as live as it gets, sh*t
But me, man, I wanted to be a bandit
Wanted to kick it with the people livin’ in the bando
I’m turnin’ James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin’ from the cops, pullin’ scandals, those where my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
Doin’ petty crimes, back in the days
Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey
Pick up the, the, the, the mic, the, the, the mic
Put your money where your mouth is
Doin’ petty crimes, back in the days
(Drink it, smoke it)
My clique is too great
Back in the days, hit the boulevard on Broadway
Before the downtown turned to a big hall saints
I was rollin’ ’round with the fourty ounce of malt drink
Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day
My heroes didn’t look yours, my heroes didn’t look yours, nah, nah
They didn’t work a 9 to 5, they worked a 5 to 4
Wake up at three and recordin’ more
See my heroes died of overdoses, rider for the culture
Mind type the psychosis, all the lies and show biz
My heroes shot open, inhale, blowin’ their noses
Got locked up, got out, and did some more sh*t
I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me
And we f**k up any city, heavy hittin’ any innings
Steal the pancakes off your pate and then I’m robbin’ you with Denny’s
And the (…?) is tinted and the sherman’s got me spinnin’
You don’t want it with this, put the truck in his ribs
We don’t fight fair, f**k that, we jump in, get our licks
Reds and white splash, do the dash, hop the fence
Wake up, smoke a bunt, hit the park and do it again, for my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
Doin’ petty crimes, back in the days
Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey
Pick up the, the, the, the mic, the, the, the mic
Put your money where your mouth is
Doin’ petty crimes, back in the days
(Drink it, smoke it)
My clique is too great