Tono: G
Introducción:
Gm Am
I am not throwing away my shot
Bb
I am not throwing away my shot
Bº Cm
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
Dm D#
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Gm
I'mma get scholarship to King's College
Gm Am Bb
I probably shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
Bb Bº Cm
The problem is I got a lot of brains, but no polish
Cm Dm D#
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word I drop knowledge
Gm
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Am Bb Bº Cm
Tryin' to reach my goal, my power of speech: unimpeachable
Dm
Only nineteen, but my mind is older
D# D
These New York City streets getting colder, I shoulder
Gm
Ev'ry burden, ev'ry disadvantage
Am Bb
I have learned to manage. I don't have a gun to brandish
N/A
Cm Dm
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
D# D
But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out my name
I am the-
Cm Dm
A colony that runs independently
D# D
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shitting on us endlessly
Gm
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Am Bb
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
Bº Cm Dm
He ain't never gonna set his descendants free
D# D
So there will be a revolution in this century
N/A
Gm
(He says in parentheses)
Am Bb
Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
Bº Cm Dm
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
D# D
Eventually you'll see my ascendancy
Gm Am
And I am not throwing away my shot (my shot)
Bb
I am not throwing away my shot (my shot)
Bº Cm
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
Dm D# D
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Gm Am
I am not throwing away my shot
Bb
I am not throwing away my shot
Bº Cm
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
Dm D# D
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Gm
It's time to take a shot!
Gm Am
I dream of life without the monarchy
Bb Bº
The unrest in France will lead to "onarchy"
Cm Dm D#
"Onarchy?" How you say, how you s-Oh, anarchy!
D
When I fight I make the other side panicky
With my
Gm
Shot!
Gm Am
Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice
Bb Bº
And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis
Cm Dm
I'm joining the rebellion cuz I know it's my chance
D# D
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants
I'm gonna take a
Gm
Shot!
Gm Am
Eh, but we'll never be truly free
Bb Bº
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
Cm Dm D#
You and I, do or die, wait till I sally in on a stallion
D
With the first black battalion
Have another
Gm
Shot!
Gm Am
Geniuses, lower your voices
Bb Bº
You keep out of trouble, and you double your choices
Cm Dm
I'm with you, but the situation is fraught
Gm
If you talk, you're gonna get shot!
Gm Am
Burr, check what we got
Bb Bº
Mr. Lafayette hard rock like Lancelot
Cm
I think your pants look hot
Dm
Laurens, I like you a lot
D# D
Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot
Gm Am
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Bb
Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
Bº Cm Dm D#
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists
N/A
Gm Am
I am not throwing away my shot
Bb
I am not throwing away my shot
Bº Cm
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
D# D
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Gm Am
I am not throwing away my shot
Bb
I am not throwing away my shot
Bº Cm
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
D# D
And I'm not throwing away my shot
Everybody sing
Gm Bb
Woah-woah, wo-oh-oh (Woah-woah, wo-oh-oh)
Hey
Cm
Wo-oh-oh (Wo-oh-oh)
Wooh!!
D#
Wo-oh-oh (Wo-oh-oh)
D
Sing let 'em hear ya (Yeah)
Gm Am Bb
Let's go! (Woah-woah, wo-oh-oh)
I said, shout it to the rooftops
Bº Cm
(Wo-oh-oh)
Said to the rooftops
Dm D#
(Wo-oh-oh)
Now come on
D
(Yeah)
Now come on, let's go
Gm
Rise up
Am Bb
When you're living on your knees, you rise up
Bº Cm
Tell your brother that he's got to rise up
Dm D#
Tell your sister that she's got to rise up
D Gm
When are these colonies gonna rise up
(Whoa, woah)
Am Bb
When are these colonies gonna rise up (Woah)
Bº Cm
When are these colonies gonna rise up (Woah)
Dm D#
When are these colonies gonna rise up (Woah)
D
Rise up
Gm
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Bb
When's it's gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
Cm
If I see it coming, do I run or do I let it be?
D# D
Is it like a beat without a melody?
Gm
See, I never thought I'd live past twenty
Bb
Where I come from some get half as many
Cm
Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask