A Day in the Life

[Produced by Diamond, Sadat X & Jamar] [Lord Jamar] Aww yeah, back to basics, kicking shit in Asics...it's like this [Hook: Lord Jamar] It's just a day in the life (of three black men) (Repeat x3) Day one... [Verse 1: Lord Jamar] I wake up to the sun in the morning at the Justice hour Refinement is in order so I bust this shower Get dressed, but first my mind gets blessed Not words, but best cess compressed in a Phillie Silly of me, to think that I Could ever have a morning where the phone didn't ring I answer, a sweet young thing wants a romancer I didn't really fancy her, so Build Equality I get a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O Knowledge in his head, beats pump the red Geo Tracker, and in it, we get much blacker Ride around town running down crackers Last Sunday of the month so to Harlem we went Not clubbing, the Parliaments of Harriet Tubman Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths Peace to the seeds, peace to the birth Of the nation of the Five Percent That sent intelligent brothers to represent We left the rally now we're maxing uptown 8th Ave, 25th, 45th, and the Polo Grounds And when it's time to refuel Lord Jamar jump in the car and say "Back to the Rule" It's like that y'all, you know it's as sharp as a knife It's just a day in the life, it's just a day in the life [Hook: Diamond] Day two, yo check this out [Verse 2: Diamond] Every day when I wake up, phone calls seem to take up My time, but I don't mind because it's fine I don't get heated even though I can't sleep Jump in the shower, then I brush the teeth Hit the stereo in an instant Then I twist up a bud, light an incense Call up a honey if I'm not feeling sunny Or call up my boys when I want to make noise The brother Lord Jamar, the brother Derek X Ahem, oh I forgot, I meant Sadat X and I flex when I'm writing a rhyme I got thousands in the bank but I never did a crime Afternoons I go shopping, but I don't lift Back in '84 I used to wear K-Swiss Catch me in Yonkers at the mall buying gear Take in a movie and sit in the rear I might be in the studio hard at work Making hype tracks that sell by the stacks When it gets dark, I chill with my cutie We almost broke up cause she started acting snooty When I'm with the fellas, I hit the clubs The Building, Red Zone, always see a head flown But I walk away from the bullshit And you don't stop, and you don't quit [Hook: Sadat X] Day three... [Verse 3: Sadat X] I wake up at the 8-ish hour then I take a shower See a tip from last night still left in the tray Some stick of boom music cause I found a fat L Nine times out of ten I used to start this way Then I study jewels and gems instead of Christianity hymns Then walk past him to see my man Marco Polo who works in sports stuff Your two shirts that's tough, a baldie that's rough Call up the Gods, slide to three main places We know a lot of faces so the romp game can work Do you think that I'm a jerk because on my face there's a smirk? Used to party to party rock from body to body But my nightly smokes are spent on the cool down low Rolling up dough and doing mad shows Not dealing with hoes cause AIDS is a bitch In the nightime I get rich because kids pump the tape Uptown Bronx from the porch to the fire escape, and you don't stop So to my prehistoric days and dinosaur phase I was completely energized using Islamic rays I'm the royal highness, so clear your sinus Put your trust in the plus and conceal the minus Your head's unravelling, my force is of a javelin Your tounge is in a knot and you're babbling on To the pretence that is the God human? Come from the darkness to where I'm looming The hardest working man ever, sea or land I got the power to devour what MC's withstand