What's Golden Lyrics - Power In Numbers - Jurassic 5

Check it out now, I work the pen to make the ink transform 

On any particular surface the pen lands on 

The camera stands on, what's the beef? 

The Cooley High, cold chief, high post techniques 

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes 

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint 

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic 

With Taylor made status and plus favored is automatic 

We're not balling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin' 

We're not balling or shot calling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin' 

Melancholy mundane, so I tame the hot flame 

Big rings, fat chains and y'all quest for the same 

No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang 

We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame 

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple 

We pass participles and smash the artist in you 

The saga continues, this I won't get into 

'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through 

Yo, we still the same with a little fame 

A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed 

We in the game but, yo, not to be vain 

I refrain from salt grains to season up my name 

We entertain for a mutual game from close range 

Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain 

I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar 

Work for mines pay me by the hour 

We're not balling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin' 

We're not balling or shot calling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin' 

Hip-Hop 

Music 

Music 

Music 

Yo, well, it's the verbal Herman Munster 

The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor 

I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked 

Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces 

The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through 

Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value 

Word power can plow through acres of cornfields 

Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill 

We're not balling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin' 

We're not balling or shot calling 

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in' 

We holding onto what's golden 

On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'