Hamilton's America Page #12

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He reached out

of the Chernow book

and grabbed me

and wouldn't let me go

until I told his story.

You can't manufacture

another "Hamilton."

I'll never write

another "Hamilton."

"Hamilton" is singular --

the man and the creation

of the show.

I feel like my responsibility

is just to sort of

keep my eyes open

and live it

as slowly as possible,

because I am aware

musical theater

does not get off

the arts page often.

And here we are.

- I can't wait

to see you again

It's only a matter of

- Ti-i-i-me

- Will they tell your story?

- Time

- Who lives? Who dies?

Who tells your story?

- Ti-i-i-me

- Will they tell your story?

- Ti-i-i-me

- Who lives? Who dies?

Who tells your story-y-y?

-All right, drop the beat.

-[ Beatboxing ]

- Folks on the next train

Ah, yeah, and he's comin'

from downtown and uptown

Yeah, Rene's

always a-breakin' it down

Oh, man, throw me

in the gar-bage

'Cause I can't compete

with her decolletage

Ah, bien

Yes, I'm rappin' in French

I am the hench-man

I'm a mensch

Really, I'm a mensch, man

Yeah, don't

put me on the bench

I'm the next man

To get into

this freestyle cipher

I'm a 25-to-lifer,

I like ya

This is freestyle

for the doc

I don't stop, I'm hip-hop

Yeah, I got

that chips and guac

Oh, 'cause

I'm spicy as hell

Ah, yeah,

so you go run and tell that

Tell them

I'm good at it, too

Rene's a beast backstage

She wouldn't show you

-Ooh!

[ Applause ]

-Hey!

-That was good.

-[ Laughs ]

-Every day!

Every day, he knows what to say.

[ Laughter ]

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