letra de ooh - young mvchetes
[intro: young mvchetes]
uhh
this next one
this next one, uh
i wanna give a quick shout out to all the people who keep fighting for our rights every single day;
for all the people resisting
all the people in organizations
and for all those who continue to fight every single day in the new era we’re in
but, uhh
for the rest of you
[verse 1: young mvchetes]
nevermind the hashtags or the fact you’re attracted to nothing but a ‘like’
nevermind the oblivion to the syrian drone strikes every single night
nevermind the oppression and suppression of the people who keep choking on their breaths
adding to the tally of the sacrificed bodies being quietly sentenced to their deaths
nevermind all the posts you make about the courage it takes
to stand up and say that we won’t be their slaves
while you look away every time they plague
another innocent one or an immigrant son
with some jail time or a deportation notice
and what about all the air pollution or the traffick issue;
do you even notice
or does it take a backseat while you pop another speed or another molly;
another blunt; another b-mp; another drink; another tab; another pill; another shot; or another body?
does it never even cross your mind when you’re zooted, booted, and crossfaded at another party?
adding to the problem while you recognize the problem
and everybody think they’re helping, but really, everybody like
“ooh.”
matter fact, everybody stay silent ‘cause they’re p-ssed out
tapped out, capped out, snapped out, zapped out
while everybody else keeps getting clapped out
matter fact, while we sleeping, they keep rolling through the ‘hood with a badge and their guns out
blasting out the brains of a faceless name
and we’re the only ones to blame when everybody stay like
[hook: young mvchetes and crowd]
“ooh,”
asking where the party at;
where the drugs at;
where the plug at;
where the ‘scape at
while they’re k!lling everybody from behind their backs
“ooh,”
asking where we shopping;
asking where we stopping
while the bodies dropping
and the bombs dropping
and we hear the bullets keep on popping like
‘boom.’
[repeat]
[verse 2: bxk]
so, what are they trying to peg us for:
simpletons; m-ffled voices; pointless choices; more?
interception at the end of an extension cord
and we drain the wooden gourde:
will of god, will of charge, free of shots, cheat the plots – feeding cheddar thoughts while seeing past apparent frauds
cue the needed applause
claws; cross; loss; cross east coast to the frost, then beast mode on your jaw
increased when we ball with no reason to solve. sawed off when the heart scoffs;
flawed laws, we a lost cause
dropped off on a curb stomp –
curb step, curb check, recollected on the set
break the necks of the best
of the west – f-ck the rest
(cold) interrupt the service
while headless, searching for the purpose
worthless under the surface;
nervous fools like a circus in it for the purchase – burn in the rap furnace
firmness when we versus, rehe-rs- this (reverse this) back of all black he-rs-s
hatred emerges? sign the curses. research this: go to church, b-tch; hit the dirt quick;
couple skipped verses; control urges;
f-ck your service; resurface pistol working
cast magic like merlin
ice cold like we’re curling
low-down forces extorted, thus
ended up shirtless ‘fore we pop another one
but still they’re searching like
[hook: young mvchetes and crowd]
“ooh,”
asking where the party at;
where the drugs at;
where the plug at;
where the ‘scape at
while they’re k!lling everybody from behind their backs
“ooh,”
asking where we shopping;
asking where we stopping
while the bodies dropping
and the bombs dropping
and we hear the bullets keep on popping like
‘boom.’
[repeat]
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