Today's Your Day (Whachagonedu?) - Fatlip, 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