[Lord Jamar]
 Aw yeah  back to basics  kicking shit in Asics  it's like this

 It's just a day in the life (of three black men) (Repeat 3x)
 Day one...

 I wake up to the sun in the morning after 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 philly
 Silly of me  to think that I
 Could ever have a morning where the phone didn't ring, I am sir
 A sweet young thing, once 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