Lets Celebrate - Awon, The Other Guys

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

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