Jimmy Iovine Lyrics - The Heist - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

I put my life on the line 

I roll the dice and I'm fine 

Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it 

They ain't giving it, I'm taking it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit 

Steal myself a record deal 

Steal myself a record deal 

Steal myself a record deal 

Steal myself a record deal 

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If i just went in this slowly 

The police would've noticed 

Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin' 

Go and leave with that motive 

Hold up, my plan is forming 

All right, casin' this building 

Watch these rappers step back 

And walk in and leave that with millions (millions) 

Heading in sweating, open that front door 

"Interscope" printed out by the entrance door closes 

Not a metaphor, then I start towards 

That front desk, that's right, where you check in 

Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor 

All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot? 

Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin' like a bull 

Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!) 

Carrying 2 cans of paint 

Security looks at me awkward 

I say, "Third floor, I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office." 

Holding my breath, 'bout to faint 

I'm scared to death that he stops me 

Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby 

And see I break it down if I don't make it out 

Then I'm leaving town with that contract 

And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out 

This chair and I'm taking him hostage 

I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator, press "3" 

Now I'm headed up (Heist) 

What they don't know: there's a gun in the paint can 

And I'm ready and willing to bust 'em, I'm fucking desperate 

Stuck in this recession not what you think 

If I could get signed my life is destined 

Might be good, depends on ink 

And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me 

I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink 

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I put my life on the line 

I roll the dice and I'm fine 

Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it 

They ain't giving it, I'm taking it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it 

I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit 

If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals 

But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual 

Thought it would be shiny and beautiful 

Thought it would be alive and like musical 

But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral 

These numbers on the chalkboard 

CDs boxed in cardboard 

Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores 

Graphic designers are sitting around 

Waiting for albums that never come out 

Complainin' the day have nobody in the house 

Wonderin' within if they make art for 

I start thinkin', am I in the right place? 

Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall 

Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours 

Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent 

Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President 

This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet 

Right then felt a cold hand grabbin' the back of my neck 

He said, "We've been watching you, so glad you could make it 

Your music, get's so impressive and this whole brand you created. 

You're one hell of a band; we here think you're destined for greatness, 

And with that right song, we all know that you're next to be famous. 

"Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day; remind me, now what your name is? 

That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy. 

Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars. 

After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed." 

"So it's really like a loan?" 

"A loan? Come on, no! 

We're a team, 360 degrees; we will reach your goals! 

You'll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road, 

Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows. 

Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10, so shit, 

After taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split. 

That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse. 

No one will give you a better offer than us." 

I replied, "I appreciate the offer; thought that this is what I wanted. 

Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked."