Today's Your Day (Wachagonedu?)

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?
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 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
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 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