Golden Era Lyrics - Singles - Prhyme

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' 

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Let's shine a light on this real shit, real shit 

The Lord won't put too much on you than you can deal with 

I learned early, why deal drugs when I can deal wit? 

Plus I'm 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' bitches off the roof only work if you Dan Bilzerian 

So me on this landscape is like using an ant hill for skiing 

I'm 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 L's, embarrassing 

Doing light-skin nigga shit 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 

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It's the golden era of recordin' 

Where it's cool to battle your demons 

It's cool to battle no matter who you are 

The golden era of recordin' 

It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is 

We live in the golden era of recordin' 

Let's shine a light on this real shit, real quick 

I'm a true karma chameleon, I've been through the illest, the ill shit 

I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say 

Therefore he shouldn't make it if he never got punched in the face 

Let's take it back to the basics 

That'll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it 

I'm 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 that'll take a mile if you give 'em an inch 

The time it'll take for you to fall out with all of them niggas, that could mean acres 

Plus the time it'll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers 

Hope you can breathe way better in your "he can't breathe" shirts 

Mention me or mine in your rhyme, it's gon' look like you around Mayweather in a "he can't read shirt" 

Cause I'm more the riotin' type, nigga 

At this very moment 

You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin' 

Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary 

It's the golden era of recordin' 

Where it's cool to battle your demons 

It's cool to battle no matter who you are 

The golden era of recordin' 

It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is 

We live in the golden era of recordin' 

And I'm something like a big deal 

Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal 

Throw up New York, York City feel 

I'm 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 bustin', cousin, fuck a introduction, we live 

My youngins want it, gunnin' for them hundreds 

My niggas is headhuntin' and it's duck season for assumption 

She took her top off, I started dumpin', she was ruthless 

She licked the cocka for poppa like she was toothless 

You got a different persona from what the truth is 

Sucker nigga stuck on stupid, it's nothing new 

All these hoes suckin' dick and they get so comfortable up under you 

Fake players, and fake gangsters 

Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes, it's San Andreas 

I take your bitch and slay her 

But I don't really like to boast, I know I'm just that dope 

I'll take a toast, big l's is getting smoked, yo 

To the illest coasters livin', the ghost in the motherfuckin' 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 

It's the golden era of recordin' 

Where it's cool to battle your demons 

It's cool to battle no matter who you are 

The golden era of recordin' 

It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is 

We live in the golden era of recordin' 

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