Artist: Curren$y f/ Jay Electronica, Mos Def Album: Pilot Talk Song: The Day Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ Curren$y ] Wack niggas sleep-rappin and woke up in trouble Wack niggas with that sleep-rappin and woke up in trouble You was cool ten years ago, you fuckin Lex Bubble Yeah [ VERSE 1: Curren$y ] Brand new tires, rollin down the same ol' strip New party, same ol' chicks I'm so sorry if I don't look happy to be here And your label offers 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 of the perks that come with my work Pretty 20-somethin sleepin in my diamond-supplied 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 fuckin' 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 nothin [ Mos Def ] 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 cold Glory overload, hold up, hold my coat Please, remember this day This changes everything, we can do anything Shorty sure anyway [ VERSE 2: Jay Electronica ] My mama 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 complimentin 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 highway I'm young, black, intelligent, elegant, blahse Back to the thesis Back to shootin craps and talkin smack to the polices Back to black and gold Bally's, Dickeys with the creases Pullin young'ins by the coattail, schoolin 'em who the beast is I pray this flow is dumb enough I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough Cause I'ma trhow my number up I'ma throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks And summon up the thunder - What? The voodoo man is comin, brah You can't see the forrest for the trees? It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck Tell them boys they run is up [ Mos Def ] Yo 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 cold Power overload, hold up, hold my coat Please, remember this day This changes everything, until you show anyway We ready for anything