Album Name

The Heist (Deluxe Edition)

Artist

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2012.10.09

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Ten Thousand Hours - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
I hope that God decides
to talk through him
That the people decide
to walk with him
Regardless of pitchfork cosigns
I've jumped
Make sure the soundman
doesn't cockblock the drums
Let the snare knock the air right
out of your lungs
And those words be the oxygen
Just breathe
Amen regardless I'mma say it
Felt like I got signed the day
that I got an agent
Got an itunes check
shit man I'm paying rent
About damn time that
I got out of my basement
About damn time
I got around the country and
I hit these stages
I was made to slay them
Ten thousand hours
I'm so damn close I can taste it
On some Malcolm Gladwell
David Bowie meets Kanye shit
This is dedication
A life lived for art is never
a life wasted
Ten thousand
Ten thousand hours felt
like ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands
they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like
ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands
they carry me
Now now now
This is my world
this is my arena
The TV told me something different
I didn't believe it
I stand here in front of you
today all because of an idea
I could be who I wanted
if I could see my potential
And I know that one day
I'mma be him
Put the gloves on
sparring with my ego
Everyone's greatest Escitaloden
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments
some baggage
I'm actually working on leaving
See I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Harring
You see I study art
The greats weren't great
because at birth they could paint
The greats were great
cause they paint a lot
I will not be a statistic
Just let me be
No child left behind
that's the american scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for work
And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system
what did you expect
Generation of kids choosing
love over a desk
Put those hours in
and look at what you get
Nothing that you can hold
but everything that it is
Ten thousand
Ten thousand hours felt
like ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands
they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like
ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands
they carry me
Same shit different day
same struggle
Slow motion as time slips
through my knuckles
Nothing beautiful about it
no light at the tunnel
For the people that put the passion
before them being comfortable
Raw unmedicated heart
no substitute
Banging on table tops
no subs to toot
I'm feeling better than ever man
what is up with you
Scraping my knuckles
I'm battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend
got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people
that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised
My only rehabilitation
was the sweat
tears and blood when
up in the booth

It’s the part of the show
Where it all fades away
When the lights go to black
And the band leaves the stage
And you wanted an encore
But there's no encore today
Cause the moment is now
Can't get it back from the grave
Part of the show
It all fades away
Lights go to black
Band leaves the stage
You wanted an encore
But there's no encore today
Cause the moment is now
Can't get it back from the grave
Welcome to the heist
Welcome to the heist
Welcome to the heist
Welcome to the heist
Welcome to the heist
Welcome to the heist