Lyrics of 'Celebrate' by Sandpeople

Yeah, it's onlyone and illmaculate
You don't even know what you're in store for
So what i want you to do is sit down and take notes

'cause if you don't know about us
Better ask about the rep
No rappers sound this fresh, we're backing down the best
We give 100% and demand the crowd's respect
Blackin' out, i'm surprised i haven't drowned in sweat (for real)

But we live without regrets and laugh at the sound of threats
Staring at the cash and countin' stress
Wondering how the fuck we're gonna get this classic album pressed
But i grew to be self-reliant from a boy in school
Not selling, i'm helping clients these different points of view
Living like a man with a point to prove
Voice the truth and give my life for the fam i'm loyal to

This is our moment,
We accept it like our death with our arms open, our hearts frozen
Illmaculate
This is our moment
As soon as the bars close let's split this cigar open, start smoking
Let's celebrate

I feed off the foolish assumptions
Of a flock a sheep that didn't know the wolf was amongst them
As a child, neighbour kids provoked me
So i chopped down their oak tree while they were still on the rope swing
I saw girls feening, undressing for rock,
She gets beaten, i'm reaching for the heckler & koch
I start squeezing but the sket didn't pop (pop)
Seems like intervention from god
Am i being tested or not?
Mixing anti-depressants with scotch
A whole fifth down in less than a shot
Using acid, vicodin, weed, psilocyben and tea, tablets of vitamin c
Why not celebrate?

Ever since i started this soul search
I realized it's heartless and cold
In this biz you market your own worth
That's why i call rockin parties and shows work
You ain't a storm my hood unless you worn your own verse, first
What makes you think they'll acknowledge you
Nowadays as much fake beef as possible
If that's the case i'll break the mainstream into molecules
'cause if i'ma take swings i'ma follow through
Get that, i don't diss rappers, i battle 'em
And keep my fist packed for if they talk shit after
I've always been a genuine person
Test that, get sent to the surgeon
Head cracked, spread flat, like chalk on the pavement
We've been starving for ages
And only get hungrier the farther we take it,
Yeah, it's portland i dare a artist to say shit
When my hood claims me, just as hard as i claim this

You throwin burners on trains to commemorate those murdered in vain
Get drunk, the next day nurture the pain
The best way to reverse what had changed is to forget
Press play, you've searched and you've prayed, well this is it
Look at them with their spread legs just to get paid
While i look at life like a chess game, check mate
I want those eight cylinders racing through the curves
at the cully make a turn off killingsworth
I'm out here tilling dirt, diligent for that fill
Whack rappers get killed, i ain't gettin my feelings hurt
My pregnant mom snorted the yey
But i was born in the bay (rest in peace)
I didn't stay poor in fairfield, i balled in portland like telfair
And i was raised off welfare (hell yeah)
On streets where you get your car stolen
And won't hear the alarm goin'
It was hard growing up but this is our moment

Yeah, let's celebrate, we got a lot to celebrate, man
Let's celebrate, something this beautiful, let's celebrate
Let's celebrate