Bài Hát: HEROES 
Trình Bày: Macklemore, DJ Premier 
All right, all right, nah, nah
When I grew up, criminals were my heroes The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes
From Trump, it was always cops in the bureau Mix of Casper, Harold Hunter, and De Niro
Now I'm with my kids and we watchin' Olaf And I'm like, damn, I used to wanna be like
O'Dawg Tuck the deuce-deuce under the goose
Boosting y'all, couple screws loose Cashier turns poof, I'm gone
Seven, I heard N.W.A. in the street From my older neighbor who was playing police
Eleven, writing graffiti Fifteen, I'm selling weed
By sixteen, I had an M.P.C.
It was so pastoral that I wanted to grow up Sell drugs, smoke blunts, drink Mad Dog and
Wanted a Wham Breaker and some East Bay kicks Wanted a perm like DJ Quick
My momma said, Ben, are you aware your hair is way too thin?
But in my mind, I was junior high, iceberg slim Feelin' fine, gettin' high, spendin'
time with the b**** Takin' Heineken sips, this as live as it gets
But me, man, I wanted to be a bander Wanted to kick it with the people livin' in
the bander One-third and James by the fountain where
they panhandle Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals
Those were my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
Doin' petty crimes, back in the day Too much O.E., it kicks you off the whiskey
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
Doin' petty crimes, back in the day Drank it all with my clique, it's too great
Back in the days at the boulevard on Broadway Before the downtown turned to a big All Saints
I was rollin' around with a 40-ounce I'm all drank
Posted up in front of the 7-Eleven all day My heroes didn't look like yours
My heroes didn't look like yours They didn't work a 9-to-5, they worked a 5-to-4
Woke up at 3 and recordin' more See, my heroes died of overdoses
Ridin' for the culture, mine tied to psychosis All the lies that show biz
My heroes shined open in hell, blowin' their noses
Got locked up, got out and did some mo' s*** I got that devil in me and a bunch of Henny with me
And we f*** Penny City heavy, hitting any inning Steal the pancakes off your plate and they're
not robbin' you at Denny's And the Plymouth, it is tinted
And the Sherman's got me spinning, you don't want it with this
Put the truck in his ribs, we don't fight fair F*** that, we jump in, get our licks
Reds and whites flash through the dash Top the fence, wake up, smoke a blunt
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 on me, chipsy off the whiskey
Pick up, pick up, pick up the mic Put your money where your mouth is
Doin' petty crimes, back in the days