The Day

[Intro: Curren$y]

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 Bubble

Yeah

[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, 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

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]

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-code

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, I'm 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

You can't see the forest for the trees, it's okay

I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck, tell 'em boys they run is up

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]

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-code

Power overload, hold up, hold my coat

Please! Remember this day

This changes everything, until you show anyway

We ready for anything