02 Hamilton Ben's Cut - Aaron Burr, Sir & My Shot

Hamilton is an American musical written by Lin-Manuel Miranda. This project is a labor of love from an avid fan who believes that Hamilton is a modern masterpiece. This extended version of the show takes the existing Original Broadway Cast Recording and incorporates cut and altered songs from demo tapes and a live workshop recording. While the Broadway version is the superior and quintessential version, this cut offers Hamilton fans additional character insight, a couple of unexpected surprises, and a slightly wider scope of Lin-Manuel Miranda's brilliant vision.

All songs written by Lin-Manuel Miranda

Remixed by Ben

Song Breakdown:
* = different from Cast Recording
1. Alexander Hamilton
2. Aaron Burr, Sir/My Shot
3. The Story Of Tonight*
4. The Schuyler Sisters
5. Farmer Refuted
6. You'll Be Back
7. Hamilton Interlude*
8. Right Hand Man
9. A Winter's Ball
10. Helpless
11. Satisfied
12. The Story Of Tonight (Reprise)
13. Wait For It
14. Valley Forge*
15. Stay Alive*
16. 10 Duel Commandments
17. Meet Me Inside
18. That Would Be Enough
19. Guns And Ships
20. History Has Its Eyes On You
21. Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)
22. What Comes Next?
23. Dear Theodosia*
24. Laurens Interlude*
25. Non-Stop
26. What'd I Miss
27. No John Trumbull*
28. Cabinet Battle #1
29. Take A Break
30. Say No To This
31. The Room Where It Happens
32. Schuyler Defeated*
33. Let It Go*
34. Cabinet Battle #2*
35. Washington On Your Side*
36. One Last Time
37. I Know Him
38. The Adams Administration*
39. We Know
40. I Have This Friend*
41. Cabinet Battle #3*
42. Hurricane*
43. The Reynolds Pamphlet/Congratulations*
44. Burn
45. Dear Theodosia (Reprise)*
46. Blow Us All Away*
47. Stay Alive (Reprise)*
48. It's Quiet Uptown
49. The Election 1800*
50. Your Obedient Servant
51. Best Of Wives & Women
52. The World Was Wide Enough*
53. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story*

Performers (in no particular order): Lin-Manuel Miranda, Leslie Odom, Jr., Ana Nogueira, Phillipa Soo, Anika Noni Rose, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Daveed Diggs, Christopher Jackson, Jonathan Groff, Javier Muñoz, Anthony Ramos, Presilah Nunez, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Joshua Henry, Okieriete Onaodowan, Carleigh Bittiol, Andrew Chapelle, Ariana DeBose, Alysha Deslorieux, Sydney James Harcourt, Neil Haskell, Sasha Hutchings, Thayne Jasperson, Stephanie Klemons, Morgan Marcell, Javier Munoz, Emmy Raver-Lampman, Jon Rua, Austin Smith, Seth Stewart, Betsy Struxness, Ephraim Sykes, Voltaire Wade-Greene, Alex Lacamoire, Michael Keller, Michael Aarons, Randy Cohen, Nevin Steinberg, Scott Wasserman, Taylor Williams, Jeremy King, Will Wells, Kurt Crowley, Jonathan Dinklidge, Erin Benim Mayland, Mario Gotoh, Anja Wood, Andres Forero, Benny Reiner, Richard Hammond, Robin Macatangay, Laura Sherman, Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson and Tariq Trotter

[naydrasnowfield]

2:32 is literally my favorite part transitioning into 'my shot '
WHo wHo ARE YOU??😂

[crimsonbunnyscratch]

he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid.

[aquin]

Why people are surprised these two go together? Isn't "Aaron Burr, Sir" followed by "My Shot" in the play? Like, this ain't a mix or something. This is the way it's meant to be, isn't it?

[martinamartushka]

I really can't understand why those 2 songs were divided, they should be as 1 from the beggining. Great job!

[odeliafrancis]

That was such a smooth transition from Aaron Burr, Sir to My Shot. Kudos to you

[carmi_alarmi]

"Like I'm stupid *im not stupid* "


Skips to act II



suRE ALEX SURE YOU AINT

[sharonefee]

It really feels like they should be connected instead of separated songs... Thanks for upload

[JonathanL]

Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?
That depends, who’s asking?
Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you
I’m getting nervous
Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?
You punched the bursar?
Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid
So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?
It was my parent's dying wish before they passed
You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for
Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice
While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less
What?
Smile more
Ha
Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for
You can't be serious
You wanna get ahead?
Yes
Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead
Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?
Show time
Like I said
Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free
Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi
Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again
Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)
No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution
Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college
Aaron Burr
Give us a verse, drop some knowledge
Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)
Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?
If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?
Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot
I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot
Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot
But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot
Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot
Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud
Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya
Let’s go
Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on
Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty
Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up
It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

[omar-rvuq]

He looked at me like i was stupid






I M N O T S T U P I D

[callmeeryx]

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot
I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot
Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot
But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot
Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot
Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud
Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya
Let’s go
Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on
Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty
Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up
It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

[thelegsonthebusgostepsteps]

Sees Hamilton *yells like a girl* sees its Aron burr sir and my shot *more yells like a girl*

[emilydebridge]

when i watched hamilton live, on the pamphlet, these two songs were just listed as one, with the title "My Shot" after "Alexander Hamilton"

[scxt]

Nearly forgot to listen to this today




(*The transition is clean and I like it a lot*)

[apoonah-]

Can we just please applaud the harmony at the end of my shot

[jasonjoy]

These two go great together I thought it was the same song at first they are very well thank you!

[madeleinep.]

Actually being able to hear the transition is so satisfying.

[soultiger]

Damn The Transition From Aaron Burr, Sir To My Shot Was Smoother Than Spreading Butter On Toast

[nhowe]

Amazing transition. I've been lookin' for something exactly like this. :D

[hammockbucaneer]

Watched this play recently on a school field trip and I can't get this out of my head

[thatonedoggo]

I have been waiting for someone to do this. Thank you so much for posting this.