CURREN$Y - The Day

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<span class="feat">(feat. Jay Electronica, Mos Def)</span>

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Whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble

Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble

You were cool ten years ago, your fucking legs bubble

Brand new tires

Rollin down the same old strip new party same old chicks

I'm so sorry

If I don't look happy to be here

In your lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here

Man fuck it I'm out black on

Than I'm bout it fool

I got a studio in my house

Along with some the perks

That come with my work

Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt

There is not a adjective to describe how I work

Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher

Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble

You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble

You gotta now when to hold em now when to fold em

Learn how to roll with the punches

Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches

If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing

Yo the king closed his cloak

The set was overful

Such a excellent moment

So emotional

He rushed out on the field

So devoted for

Final victory clutch they went postal cold

Glory overload

Hold up hold my coat

Please remember this day

This changes everything we can do anything

So you show anyway

My momma told me was always call a spade a spade

Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav,

but that clock around his neck is so fly and the way he complimentin

chuckie with that bow tie flow make me feel high so

I'm goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way

I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza

Back to the thesis

To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices

Back to black and gold valleys

Dit knees with the creases

Pullin youngin by the coattails

Schoolin em who the beast is

I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh

I pray my heart is dmc and rev run enough

Cause I'm a throw my number up

I'm a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks

And summon up the thunder what?

The voodoo man is coming bro

Can't see the forest full of trees

It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck

Tell them boys their run is up

The king rose his and spoke

The set was overful

Such a beautiful moment

So emotional

They cried out on the field

So devoted for

Whole team champion they went postal cold

Power overload

Hold up hold my coat

Please remember this day

This changes and so you show anyway

We ready for anything

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