Golden Era (feat. Joey Bada$$)

The golden era of recording took place in 1968 to 1973
Is a time when a hard sound was raw and unrefined
This is where you could find the seeds of hip hop
Comes back around again
L . Boogie, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Iceberg, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Nasty Nas, is you with me?
At this very moment
You bout to witness another golden era of recordin
Lets shine a light on this real s**t, real s**t
The Lord wont put too much on you than you can deal with
I learned early, why deal drugs when I can deal wit?
Plus Im down to kill plus switch kills
Kill a friend of yours quick like flippin the kill switch
Me being the illest, it was written, my lyrics are Illmatic though
Before the skateboarders controlled the genre your favorite rapper was still radical
We came from standstill to Chitlin circuits to fanbuilt arenas
So flashin rifles on your Instagram
And throwin b*****s off the roof only work if you Dan Bilzerian
So me on this landscape is like using an ant hill for skiing
Im like a young MarShon trapped in his dark prime
Roamin the premises with a shopping cart blind
With carte blanches to chart climb
These rappers are soft, they take Ls, embarrassing
Doing light-skin ***** s**t so they pale in comparison
At this very moment
You bout to witness another golden era of recordin
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
Its the goldenera of recordin
Where its cool to battle your demons
Its cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin
Its music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin
Lets shine a light on this real s**t, real quick
Im a true karma chameleon
Ive been through the illest, the ill s**t
I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say
Therefore he shouldnt make it if he never got punched in the face
Lets take it back to the basics
Thatll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it
Im from the Motor City, it was intended for me to work in factory places
I chose to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers
If everybody around you is the kind thatll take a mile if you give em an inch
The time itll take for you to fall out with all of them ******
That could mean acres
Plus the time itll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers
You wouldnt be disputin the the bulls**t Twitter revolution
Hope you can breathe way better in your 'he cant breathe' shirts
Mention me or mine in your rhyme
Its gon look like you around Mayweather in a 'he cant read shirt'
Cause Im more the riotin type, *****
At this very moment
You bout to witness another golden era of recordin
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
Its the golden era of recordin
Where its cool to battle your demons
Its cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin
Its music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin
And Im something like a big deal
Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal
Throw up New Yuck, Yuck City feel with feel
Im too real and too gritty I feel
Ready to kill, ready to die
R.I.P to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy
Bring your honey to this beehive
We buzzin, cousin, **** a introduction, we live
My youngins want it, gunnin for them hundreds
My ****** is headhuntin and its duck season for your sumchin
She took her top off, I started dumpin, she was ruthless
She licked the c**ka for poppa like she was toothless
You got a different persona from what the truth is
Sucker ***** stuck on stupid, its nothing new
All these hoes suckin **** and they get so comfortable up under you
Fake players, and fake gangsters
Sellin dreams, make-believe schemes, its San Andreas
I take your ***** and slay her
But I dont really like to boast, I know Im just that ****
Ill take a toast, big Lss is getting smoked, yo
To the illest coasters livin
The ghost in the * *********** belly of the coast
At this very moment
You bout to witness another golden era of recordin
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
Its the golden era of recordin'
Where its cool to battle your demons
Its cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin
Its music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin