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The Day Lyrics

from Pilot Talk

"The Day" is track #9 on the album Pilot Talk. It was written by Franklin, Shante / Elpadaro, Timothy / Smith, Dante Terrell / Willis, David.
"The Day" is track #9 on the album Pilot Talk. It was written by Franklin, Shante / Elpadaro, Timothy / Smith, Dante Terrell / Willis, David.

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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 lex bubble

[verse 1: curren$y]
brand new tires/ rollin down the same old strip/
new party /same old chicks
im so sorry/ if i dont look happy to be here
in your label office/ but they said i cant smoke weed here
man fuck it im out/ black owned
and im bout it fool/ i got a studio in my house
along with/ some the perks that come with my work
pretty twenty something sleepin in my diamond supply shirt
there is not a adjective to describe how i work
hard is not enough/ brother im tougher
whack niggas with that sleep rappin 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 aint the jets then it aint nothing

[hook: mos def]
yo the king closed his cloak
the set was over fo'
such a excellent moment
so emotional
they rushed out on the field
so devoted folk
final victory clutch they went postal code
glory overload
hold up hold my coat
please remember this day
this changes everything we can do anyting
we ready for anything

[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 complimentin chuckie with that bow tie flow/
make me feel high so/ im gon spit it my way
excuse me as i do me/ crusin rudely down the high way
im young black intelligent/ elegant blahzay
back to the thesis/ back to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
back to black and gold ballies/dickies with the creases
pullin 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 rev run enough
cause ima throw my number up/
ima throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
and summon up the thunder what?
the voodoo man is coming bro
cant see the forest for of trees
its okay, i got my jigsaw and my lumbertruck
tell them boys their run is up

[hook: mos def]
the king rose and spoke
the set was overful
such a beautiful moment
so emotional
they cried out on the field
so devoted for
home team champion they went postal code
power overload
hold up hold my coat
please remeber this day
this changes and so you show anyway
we ready for anything

Songwriters
Franklin, Shante / Elpadaro, Timothy / Smith, Dante Terrell / Willis, David

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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