Curren$y, Yasiin Bey, Jay Electronica - The Day lyrics
[Curren$y, Yasiin Bey, Jay Electronica - The Day lyrics]
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 Bubbles yeah
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
Yo, the king closed his cloak
The set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch, 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
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 and
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
Can't see the forest for the trees, it's okay
I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Tell them boys their run is up
Yo, the king closed his cloak
The set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch, 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 we ready for anything!
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 Bubbles yeah
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
Yo, the king closed his cloak
The set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch, 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
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 and
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
Can't see the forest for the trees, it's okay
I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Tell them boys their run is up
Yo, the king closed his cloak
The set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch, 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 we ready for anything!