Lets Celebrate by The Other Guys Lyrics
Hook: Awon
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
Verse 1: Awon
This is a lyrical exercise, microphones terrorize
Proof of The Other Guys, cuz rap niggas cover lies
There's nothing I despise more then a fake punk faking the funk
Spewing false information to fill the cages with us
It's a cycle that is never ending
I understand being bullshit are just pretending
Nobody's winning but executives and judges, filling quotas on thuggin
The community stands by and does nothin
For all the bricks and connects with the Spanish names
And kingpins in the game, celebrated by fame
And all the rappers that are murderers the simple healers are never iller than the truth
The fact is, you all prostitutes
For a pimp in a suit, who has never gave a hoot
About the melanated youth, filling all those jumpsuits
So body bags and nurses, mind poisons with verses
Are poems from force God
That's why I go hard
Hook: Awon
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
(x2)
Verse 2: Awon
In my eyes we are all major
Even if I don't gravitate toward your flavor
I'd rather see all you win in your demise, I'm not designed to be a hater
I was told that it gets greater later
I sing with an essence, like a morsel of joy
Like how he'd get so much flavor in the La Croix
I can't imagine someone cradling the head of either one of my boys
Because they couldn't block out the noise
A simple device destroy so much young potential
I can't ever really see it as coincidental
When you hearing that pain on instrumentals with suicide notes
Cries for help but never answer then they die but don't
That's all she wrote, and the scope of the investigation limited
To so and so who leave with the witnesses on the premises
Potential limitless, I couldn't get any clearer
It's not a critique, but a look in the mirror
Cuz I ain't even credible
I wrote this in the melancholy funk off a Hennessy and edibles
Hook: Awon
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
(x2)
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
Verse 1: Awon
This is a lyrical exercise, microphones terrorize
Proof of The Other Guys, cuz rap niggas cover lies
There's nothing I despise more then a fake punk faking the funk
Spewing false information to fill the cages with us
It's a cycle that is never ending
I understand being bullshit are just pretending
Nobody's winning but executives and judges, filling quotas on thuggin
The community stands by and does nothin
For all the bricks and connects with the Spanish names
And kingpins in the game, celebrated by fame
And all the rappers that are murderers the simple healers are never iller than the truth
The fact is, you all prostitutes
For a pimp in a suit, who has never gave a hoot
About the melanated youth, filling all those jumpsuits
So body bags and nurses, mind poisons with verses
Are poems from force God
That's why I go hard
Hook: Awon
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
(x2)
Verse 2: Awon
In my eyes we are all major
Even if I don't gravitate toward your flavor
I'd rather see all you win in your demise, I'm not designed to be a hater
I was told that it gets greater later
I sing with an essence, like a morsel of joy
Like how he'd get so much flavor in the La Croix
I can't imagine someone cradling the head of either one of my boys
Because they couldn't block out the noise
A simple device destroy so much young potential
I can't ever really see it as coincidental
When you hearing that pain on instrumentals with suicide notes
Cries for help but never answer then they die but don't
That's all she wrote, and the scope of the investigation limited
To so and so who leave with the witnesses on the premises
Potential limitless, I couldn't get any clearer
It's not a critique, but a look in the mirror
Cuz I ain't even credible
I wrote this in the melancholy funk off a Hennessy and edibles
Hook: Awon
It's time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us
Let's elevate those who educate us
Let's get up on these elevators and escalators
And chase more time and less paper
(x2)