 [Verse 1 - Mos Def]
Mark your calendar, holiday work week
May Day, Mother's day, doomsday, another day
Teenage love built a teenage runaway, bang
Number nine off the chart, pretty bullet
Red on the wall, fear god, fuck a bully
Bay ghetto, great, great god, googly moogly
Maison monster mash, main course and cookies
Heads gettin' beaten over fool gettin' eaten
This side, ‘dro powerin' a dry white season
Lord, bring ‘em out, bring ‘em out
See the Cherokee chief rain dancin' through a drought
Cloud break like Chaka Khan, set it off my power arm
The little light grow large and don't out at all
Some powerful all, the chronicle sharp
The jet black Jedi swall, the saga evolves, raw
Race up in the place, all in your face
She said a slow pace, made her heart race
Well if you got what it takes, I take what you got
My eagle line a mark, I'm a take the shot
The tiebreaker, game-winner, bullseye
Small dose of big Mos, full time
This is a commitment, ain't it, I doubt if they can make it
Clown tears ran a smear through their painted faces
But I don't use foundation, mascara or concealer
Botox and toxic peeler, I come from planet realer
Where the sky is clearer
[Chorus]
Ba-ba-ba-da-da
Holiday
ba-ba-ba-da-da
Let's work it out
Ba-ba-ba-da-da
Holiday
ba-ba-ba
Mark your calendar
[Verse 2 - Jay Electronica]
Don't get it confused, this message is for solo artists
But I get at crews, we can make the news
I'll be on the low sippin' daiquiris in Baton Rouge
Or killing Rock The Bells with Mos and Posdnous
It's a small task for Jay, man
Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin'
Sippin' out my flask, chillin' in my Ray-Bans
Imaginary crime boss, with albums full and look at my watch
At how much my shine cost, it's time lost
Who shot ya, the black Bach blastin' over opera
Phantom of the Chakras, Jay Doppler
Went from panhandling socks in the Bronx to popular
This is just the start of it
The kid intend to split more wigs than British parliament
Catch me on the Global Warmin' tour with Jigga and Al Gore
Performin' Dear Summer, where autumn went
Eternal sunshine, drum major without a drumline
I'll be in the D yellin' kick rocks to one time
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