Lots from Hamilton, but I particularly like the internal rhyming (odds/gods, manumission/position/ammunition, plot/pot/spot/squat/not, etc.) on this one
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!
Also this one from Hamilton:
I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in
Watching him grabbin’ at power and kissin it
If Washington isn’t gon’ listen
To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
This kid is out!