Today's Your Day (Wachagonedu?) (feat. Chali 2na)

Oh nooo, no uunh nahhh Fatlip, chali 2na Ah ha ha ha Yeahhhhhh I paid my dues, refuse to lose, so fuck the blues And ya bad news, you can trip if you choose While I sip booze, On a seven day cruise In Louis Vuitton shoes with floozies by the Doz The good life, talkin' bout the good life Live it up for a little while Then go to the hood to get a good wife and settle down But for now I'm studyin' Tao Refuse to allow Myself to defile like when I was sniffin' piles Still got trials and tribulations Refinement from cultivation takes patience I'm waitin' Paper chasin' to get a place like Payton Politickin', interfacin', business relations Build a empire from the underground, then retire Who said I was on crack?, you's a mothafuckin' liar! See me in the trenchcoat, but missed the joke So fuck the hopes, my mission is this: Get in position to assist my folks Huh? Get in position to assist my motha, m-my motha, and my auntie, and my uncle, my folks, you know? Today's your day, baby Whachagonedu? I know, what do I know? Lurkin' five-oh, puffin' dro Tryin' to dive slow, wicked fly flow Intimate verses that hit surface with quick service But never nervous in this big circus A quick purchase of green foliage, and clean bowl hits Redeems focus when it seems hopeless Supreme dopeness on plain paper for you plan rapers This landscaper's scrapers abrasive as sandpaper Don't try to fan vapors, you caught this onslaught Reforms start for those who perform be pure slop For sure shot I'll handcuff a Word muffler heard 'nuff of the bullshit You nerds suck up out the back gate Lyrics so pregnant we lactate Get your facts straight, we stack papes and crack plates Over wax snakes who pack hate, they lack faith While 2na and Fatlip put you in a relaxed state like What I'm gon' do? You know, get me a six And fresh kicks, pickin up chicks When I'm up in the mix Can't predict my art shoulda hit the top of the charts But my heart's in the right place, nice headspace Slow paced from the buddha, but not the bass Not a moment to waste Thirty three, no degree or GED My mind's free, I learn without bein' taught I see how the battle's fought It's opposite of how I thought I woke up, opened my eyes up, wised up Rised up to the game, time to change my name Edy Crahp, comin' with different shit, Edy Crahp Write it down niggas, hear the reverse significance? It's terrific when I'm on top of my game Specifically speaking, the way I be freakin' my slang Give me the mumu, the poopoo, and the mic and I'm creased Fatlip, Squeak-E Clean, don't stop, don't cease