So this song would go in Act Two, right after Cabinet Battle One. Please forgive typos, and attempt to figure it out in your head. thanks for reading, and please review!
[enter James Madison, with a single spotlight focussed on him as he enters from the side of the stage and sits down heavily on a desk in the centre-front of the stage. The spotlight stays on him and everything else is dark.]
(Madison)
Every time I look his way
Alexander is just writing away, away, away
I stay up all night just tryin to keep him at bay
He's fighting for his life in the courtroom every day
He'll be fighting us soon
He'll be the herald to our doom
[quoting Burr with the same intonations]
John Jay got sick after writing five
James Madison wrote twenty-nine
Hamilton wrote
The other fifty-one!
I had thought I'd done well
I had thought I'd done so much
Turns out my essays didn't sell
Turns out he'd used my as a crutch
Why-y-y-y
Can't I for once
[the light on him dims and the stage is almost completely in darkness]
Be the one in the spotlight
[enter Jefferson in the middle of the stage, behind and to the side of Madison, in a spotlight of his own that's much brighter and fills most of the stage]
(Jefferson)
[gradually faster]
Don't waste a night on his antics
It won't help for you to be frantic
Hamilton's head is decorated with a peacock plume
he's is running on his highway, highway, highway
[slows down suddenly, almost like he's speaking, but with a rhythm]
Wait and see, he'll burn himself out
He'll go just a step too far
He'll write just a bit too much
He'll work himself to death
And if you keep up, so will you
[Madison gets up from the desk to face Jefferson, and his own spotlight suddenly shines red and brighter, but not as bright as Jefferson]
(Madison)
[rapping, and with every couplet, his spotlight gets redder and brighter]
No, no, no
He makes no mistakes
He just takes and he takes and he takes
He picks all the right fights
He just writes and he writes and he writes
He's up 'till dawn
He just goes on and he goes on and he goes on
[suddenly, all his momentum vanishes, and his spotlight disappears entirely. They are both lit up only by Jefferson's spotlight, and some back lighting]
I'd give him all the credit he deserves
I'd give him all the respect he deserves
If he would stop choking our newborn country in a war of nerves
His debit plan takes the country by its throat
When its barely just learning how to float
He tries to rock our boat…
Again, and again, and again, whoa
(Jefferson)
He stole from us, don't let him get away
He's on the tight end of the rope
And soon its gonna fray
We'll show them what he's made of
Hamilton won't last a day
When he's the one being held by the throat
[rapping]
Stable governments are a childish fantasy
An ecstasy only he can see
Because he's blinded by his precedant of poverty
(Madison)
He's a wizard with words
He's got Washington on his side
(Jefferson)
He's a vain, tactless, a modern-day narcissus
Washington isn't with all might
Because when the tides start to turn
They'll be the ones who start to run
Terms end for a reason
And our time is coming
[the tempo has risen and the stage has steadily gotten brighter as Jefferson sings.]
(Madison) [nodding his head in agreement]
If he had some sense in his head
Besides the sense of a child
He might have been in Washington's stead
Still, he'll start a war no matter how carefully I tread
His ideas fill him up inside
Where common sense does not preside
He's a time bomb waiting to blow
(Jefferson and Madison) [with reverb]
Hamilton poses a threat to the country, country, country-
(Jefferson) (Madison)
He has something to prove he has nothing to lose | just you wait, just you wait...