Ski Beatz - The Day lyrics

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Ski Beatz - The Day lyrics

[Prod. by Ski Beatz] [Intro] Whack n***as sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble Whack n***as with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble You were cool ten years ago, you f**ing lex bubble [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 f** 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 n***as with that sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble You was cool ten years ago you f**ing 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 n***as brown bag lunches If it ain't the jets then it ain't nothing [Hook: Yasiin Bey] 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 [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 and talking smack to the polices Back to black and gold ballys Dickes with the creases Pulling youngins 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'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 [Hook]

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