The Day

Curren$y & Yasiin Bey & Jay Electronica - Rap
The Day
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Lyrics
[Intro: Curren$y] Wack niggas sleep-rappin' and woke up in trouble Wack niggas with that sleep-rap and then woke up in trouble You were cool ten years ago, you fucking Lex Bubble Yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] 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 label office, but they said I can't smoke weed here Man, fuck it, I'm out, black owned And I'm 'bout it, fool, I got a studio in my house Along with some the perks that come with my work Pretty twenty-something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt There is not a adjective to describe how I work Hard is not enough, brother, I'm tougher Wack niggas with that sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble You was cool ten years ago, you fucking Lex Bubbles You gotta know when to hold em', know 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, yeah [Chorus: Yasiin Bey] Yo, the king closed his cloak, the set was overfull Such a excellent moment, so emotional They rushed out on the field, so devoted for Final victory clutched, they went postal-code Glory overload, hold up, hold my coat Please! Remember this day This changes everything, we can do anything Until you show anyway [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] My momma told me, "son, 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 complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow Make me feel high so I'm gon' spit it my way Excuse me as I do me, cruisin' rudely down the high way I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé, back to the thesis Back to to shooting craps, I'm talking smack to the polices Back to black and gold Ballys, Dickies with the creases Pulling young'uns by the coattails, schoolin' em' who the beast is I pray this flow is dumb enough, ugh I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough 'Cause I'ma 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, bruh You can't see the forest for the trees, it's okay I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck, tell 'em boys they run is up [Chorus: Yasiin Bey] The king rose and spoke, the set was overfull Such a beautiful moment, so emotional They cried out in the field, so devoted for Home team champion, they went postal-code Power overload, hold up, hold my coat Please! Remember this day This changes everything, until you show anyway We ready for anything
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Credits
- Writers
- Jay Electronica
- Yasiin Bey
- Curren$y