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The Day (feat. Mos Def x Jay Electronica)

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 bubbleBrand 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 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 nothingYo 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 cold

Glory overload

Hold up hold my coat

Please remember this day

This changes everything we can do anything

So you show anywayMy 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

cruisin' rudely down the high way

I'm young black intelligent elegant 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 D.M.C. 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 jumber truck

Tell them boys their run is up

Songwriters

Franklin, Shante / Elpadaro, Timothy / Smith, Dante Terrell / Willis, DavidPublished by

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