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harold john - ivy league lyrics

[intro]
alright
sounds like we got the schedule, we got the transportation
looks like the field trip’s all set
alright, meeting adjourned
thank you everybody
what?
now come on now, brotha essien, don’t even play with me mayne
you know we gone get on this domino table
wh—what?
naw, man—ain’t n0body runnin’
i’ll be right—look
look, you gone get these domino lessons mayne -hands clapping-
look, i’m a go to my cl-ssroom, clean up
check my email and i’ll be in your office in ten minutes
-you’ve got mail-
[woman’s voice; (harold john)]
dear mr. shields, congratulations!
i am pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to
the master of arts program in politics and education
at teacher’s college columbia university (holy sh—)

[verse 1]
it’s a celebration, women
raise a gl-ss and salute the illest transition
from a bay boy to a ivy league scholar
‘fin to be with them elites poppin’ my collar
my eyes on progress, political process
mom and step-father, was the obamas
before the obamas; of california community college
i tell folks my good news, here’s what they say mama:

[pre-hook]
they say, “we’re happy for you but don’t lose your soul”
(don’t lose your soul)
“remember where you come from harold
don’t turn into them folks”
(please don’t turn into them folks)

[hook]
and my reply, i tell ‘em:
wherever i go vallejo and ‘frisco go, and richmond (yee!)
and i don’t see no tornadoes, so don’t get it twisted
don’t get it twisted
yeah, wherever i go oakland and san pablo go, and pittsburg
and i ain’t a twizzler bruh bruh, so don’t get me twisted
don’t get me twisted

[verse 2]
yeah, still same dude
got in trouble for singing ‘f-ck the police’ in preschool
-preschool?-
first fight same year in the sandbox
white boy called me “n-gga,” socked him in the d-mn jaw
even then africa medallion and x-clan c-ssette
professor x: “vanglorious”
obviously my flow glorious
moving to n.y. and doing it b.i. — so a brother feel ‘notorious’
but i ain’t ‘ready to die,’ too much work to do
even as a kid i took injustice personal
when oscar grant’s life was cut down
whole system should of shut down
they been k!llin’ us, it ain’t just now

[hook]
and my reply, i tell ‘em:
where i go east palo alto and san jo’ go
can you feel it?
and i don’t see no tornadoes, so don’t get it twisted
don’t get it twisted
yeah, where i go hercules and fairfield go
my dude, that’s real sh-t
and i ain’t a twizzler bruh bruh, so don’t get me twisted
don’t get me twisted

[outro]
song summation:
you can take a brotha out the bay
can’t take the bay out me
can’t take the bay out me
said you can take me out the bay
but can’t take the bay out me
not even in the ivy league

-yay area!-

- harold john lyrics

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