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    CURREN$Y

    Pilot Talk 2010 ©

    The Day

    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 legs 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 lable office cause they said I can't smoke weed here
    Man fuck it I'm out black on
    Than I'm bout it fool
    I got a studio in my house
    Along with some the perks
    That come with my work
    Thirty-twenty something sleepin in my diamond supplied shirt
    There is not a adjective to describe how I work
    Hard is not enough brother I'm tougher
    Whack niggas sleepin with that rappin and woke up in trouble
    You was cool ten yours ago your fucking legs bubbles, bubble
    You gotta now when to hold em now 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

    Yo the king closed his cloak
    The set was overful
    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
    So you show anyway

    My momma told me was 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 goin spit it my way excuse me as I do me crusin rudely down the high way
    I'm young black intelligent elagent blaza
    Back to the thesis
    To to shooting kraps and talking smack to the polices
    Back to black and gold valleys
    Dit knees with the creases
    Pullin youngin 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 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 bro
    Can't see the forest full of trees
    It's okay, I got my jigsaw and my jumbertruck
    Tell them boys their run is up

    The king rose his and spoke
    The set was overful
    Such a beautiful moment
    So emotional
    They cried out on the field
    So devoted for
    Whole team champion they went postal cold
    Power overload
    Hold up hold my coat
    Please remember this day
    This changes and so you show anyway
    We ready for anything

    2010 ©




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