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It's a Brand New Day
DJ Kay Slay feat. Jon Connor, Big K.R.I.T., Reek da Villian & Tre Williams
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Yo, Slay
Yeah, I appreciate you lettin' me speak my mind and shit
Nigga appreciate shit like that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In my beginnings, I pledged allegiance to leeches
Ain't know I didn't need 'em
And all the while I was bleedin' while these niggas was feedin'
And all the time I was starvin', they expect me to feed 'em
No competition, now they only position is fetal
And now they feedin' me beats, it's like it's feedin' my ego
It's like the day God decided to give wings to an eagle
I been the shit, I'm killin' shit and these niggas is grievin'
I'm spittin' crack in fact, this that G-Money and Nino
My shit is dope and I'm constantly providin' the needle
Your money tall, my money smaller than Danny DeVito
So 'til I get it, I'ma spit it for all of my people
Never gon' leave 'em and that's why they entrust me to lead 'em
You hear my heart, my words is sharp like the edge of a razor
And this the answer for the days that you prayed for a savior
And this the answer to the days that I prayed for the paper
Thank the Creator 'cause I guess He heard all of our prayers
I'm the seed my daddy planted, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
From the sludge and the grime in the womb I laid
I was born in this city and it's a brand new day
Ooh, said it's a brand new day
Hey, what's happenin', K. Slay? Let's go
Country livin', country made, country fried, country raised
Country roads, country paved, no more, no more country slaves
No more cotton pickin' sippies, only choppin', grippin' grain
Creepin', crawlin', Chevy thang, tryin' not to leave a stain
On the coat, swang down, sweet chariot style
I'm on some country bumpkin shit whether you like it or not
So shake somethin', ho, who said I wasn't from the South?
Who that peekin' through my window? Blah, blah, nobody now
Hold on, can I get my Southern roll on?
Pop like grease up on these streets like mama left the stove on
Murder beats so connoisseur, ain't no beat to flow on
They come rippin' like So Gone, motherfucker, stop tryin' to hold on
Ayy, so long, EBT, can't buy you what I'm sellin'
Never thought without the beverage, my castle ain't for takin'
Better holler at Magellan, white guts, green paint
That's chicken and watermelon
Return of forever what I'm yellin'
I'm the seed my daddy planted, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
From the sludge and the grime in the womb I laid
I was born in this city and it's a brand new day
Ooh, said it's a brand new day
Listen, whoa
If there was ever such thing as a verbal portrait, nigga, this is it
Pictionary with rhyme, dictionary-ly I'm
Defined December 25, lyrical gift was spit
So rappers please give me leg distance when I start kickin' this
Eight MCs divided by seven, I'll be the remainder
If hip-hop ever face trial, I'll be the retainer
Becomin' Johnny Cochran the game up
And save my profession from its omega
But for now I'm slangin' rock, watchin' for radars (That's my DJ)
As I maneuver with cougars that could pass for Medusa
That'll Nazi up your medulla with Brutus, German Lugers
All intruders morph into homicides when it's time to ride
I take a shot of 'gnac chased with cyanide and go homicide
Niggas jealous because the way my crew play
Heavy body jewels, Dallas Cowboy uniform, blue-gray
It was the streets, but hip-hop showed me a new way
I just hope my past never come and ruin this new day
I'm the seed my daddy planted, so how would you understand it?
I came up from the shadow, the sun, it didn't matter
From the sludge and the grime in the womb I laid
I was born in this city and it's a brand new day
Ooh, said it's a brand new day
And it's a brand new day