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letra de a celebration - the o [bklyn]

(this calls for a celebration)

yeah! i said this sh-t calls for a celebration, all across the nation
highways, malls, from st paul to niagara falls
a liberation, a high school graduation was on my mind as i stepped into the bk in the sh-t that i slept in
oooh, i was tired, i was hungry
but not my head, ‘cuz it was fed with some acid
now i’m feelin’ kinda funny, nose runny (buh-buh)
(it’s not about a salary, it’s all about my allergies)
so i got myself a whopper and i then got me a tray
and we took it to the place where ’bout an hour we’d stay
but while my homie’s in the bathroom, what did i see?
it was my motherf-cking whopper, and it’s talkin’ to me, it said:
“what you doin’ that sh-t, for?
shaking hands with the man just like you was a ho’
they took your dreams and dissed ’em
but now you got the wisdom to f-ck up thе system!”

d-mn, i knew it’s true
i knеw what i had to do
f-ck a graduation charade
‘cuz for years we got played
but now we’re all crazy, like slade
and this riot, i can’t keep quiet
ima drive to south orange
i see an ak and i buy it
back to my house for some fake nutrition
and f-ck this sh-t, grab some ammunition
but my mom stepped up and yellin’
“michael, make your bed!” so i commenced the sh-llin’
much millimeters of lead to her head flew across to the fish tank where then it sank
it had been a boring day, month, year and week
now it’s time for my head to speak
so f-ck tv and sniffin’ glue, ‘cuz now i know what i really gotta do
one parent down and none left
so i went outside, and i caught a ride
and the school bus driver said “wassup?”
and then i said “yer hands!” and put my 9 in his guts
“get the f-ck out, everybody” i said now
except for the shaved head cutie with the booty and the whiskey
and an uzi and a bazooka she would use, g
i asked, “do you wanna join my crew?”
she said, “what crew? all it is is me and you”
80 miles and an hour past a red light through the glass window of shop rite
fourex, tampex and for no money, “grab some bullets and beer, honey”
got back into the bus, and then i heard a shout
the skinhead’s knee put a pig’s p-n-s head out
backed up and knocked his car out the way
put on the radio while dodging spray
where to next to continue our plan?
the motherf-cking high school where the man has a graduation ceremony that’s so phony
i call it bullsh-t, but my grandma says bologni
a sweaty handshake state-to-state with the people i hate
better never than late unless you got a 38 and a date with the revolution
time to f-ck up a f-cked up institution

(you can pray, you can cry
it’s today that motherf-ckers gonna die
don’t you pray, don’t ask why
it’s today that motherf-ckers gonna die)
i waited ’till it was my turn for this bullsh-t certificate
without one, see what type of job you get
i think about you griming swine, who took my time
and made it yours, when it was mine
in line, ’bout to meet the head of the board of boredom
pulled out my ak, and i floored him
for all the kids infected, misdirected and rejected
it’s time the science teacher’s ass got dissected
and the art teacher’s face got more impressionistic
the math teacher? just another statistic
the philosophy guy jailed into the mystic
i used his own lesson on the gym teacher, how to be s-d-stic
yeah, bl–dy ties everywhere, the place was smokin’
i handed out rifles, metallica fans had broken
all the windows and the chairs, even deadheads went for theirs
so, the skinhead said to me, “g, ‘cmon let’s bail”
she threw one last molotov c-cktail
and the rebellion was on, you see
but we weren’t done yet, next stop…dc

yeah, it was goin’ great man, this sh-t was really on
from jersey to the mersey, kids were gone of getting gone
they had taken california, florida too
and as we rolled into dc, i knew just what we had to do
buck-buck-buck, that was sound as the national guard and then the fbi went down
time to bust a cap upon the capitol, ‘cuz we wanna start again, we gotta stop it all
as i got a gat between the senator’s eyes
and he’s finally listening to me. what a surprise
lead is slamming into pat buchanan
made a big fat hole in bob dole
stunned the white house like attila the hun
he might be the top gun, and his mouth’s a bigger one
blam! dam! now you splat like that
i got the b-tton in my hand, re-aim the nukes at government across the land
reigns of terror ended
cnn showing kids trashing the senate
and the skinhead’s in charge, still wants to be friends
lends me a room in the white house where i’m chilling with my ‘ends
beer and the ak, ‘cuz after bk and all the fun g, i’m still hungry
sittin’ with the trigger on my motherf-cking thumb he…
came outta nowhere
that weird guy with the cross, holy sh-t it was the boss
gave me the cross and poured me a drink
said “good job, good luck, what do you think?”
the sky grew cloudy, the planet drownin’
i put a spike into my head
into my hands, i was audi 5000

(burnman is about to die
nepo needs food badly)

- the o bklyn

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