The Day Lyrics - Pilot Talk - Curren$y

Whack niggas sleep rapping and woke up in trouble 

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

You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex 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 label office but they said I can't smoke weed here 

Man fuck it I'm out black on 

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 

Whack niggas with that sleep rapping and woke up in trouble 

You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble 

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 

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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 cold 

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 gone spit it my way 

Excuse me as I do me cruising 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 

Dickes with the creases 

Pulling youngins by the coattails 

Schooling 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'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 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 

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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 cold 

Glory overload, hold up hold my coat 

Please remember this day 

This changes everything we can do anything 

Until you show anyway 

We're ready for anything