The Golden Age
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo
[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo
I came up in the 90's, mixtapes I made a lot
I must've been 12, when 36' tape was dropped
One of the illest tapes I copt, yeah I said tape
Rewind was flippin' over, fast forward and press play
Before these kids had iPhones
We used to skateboard to the pay phone and get a ride home
Wherever I May Roam was the new Metallica song
And Cyprus Hill's single had us packing the bong
These faggots were wrong when they said it was a fad
When I think back to that I keep remembering my dad
Yelling 'turn it down', I put on Rage's first LP
Like 'fuck you I won't do what you tell me'
The only time I felt free, drinkin', puffin' Phillies
No diseases, you were lucky if you sucked some titties
A hundred fifty dollars would last you a lifetime
Cause cigarettes were two bucks, and we didn't fuck with white lines
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[samples: This one's designed to make your spine and back wine. Fuck the four play let's do shit the raw way.]
[Verse 2:]
It was great times, dope beats and great rhymes
Is it me or did Tribe have the illest base lines
In the summertime, drive with flip flops and socks on
In the brown Dodson like the one in the Nas song
Smoking 'til the pot's gone, then copt another nick
Yo Cracka Philly, I could really use another hit
Five was good for the day as far as gas goes
My ass knows from the metal plate of my Vasgos <--(?)
Assholes writing graph and lighting shit on fire
Arguing if Ol' Dirty ever fucked Mariah
Uninspired, you'd get jumped if you start beef
You know, 420 codes on the smart beep
If they wasn't our peeps, then they got robbed blind
Throw my crew up with shoe polish on the stop sign
I'm from a time where kickin' rhymes was fun
I made this beat on an insonic from '91
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[Verse 3:]
Okay, yo
Nothing like the way that Method Man used to rock that beat
My favorite games were Golden Eye and Mortal Combat 3
And all my pot was free, kept an ounce in my backpack
Next to the paint markers, car horns, and fat caps
Throw up a bubble beast, like fuck police
Before iPods my boombox used to bump the beats
Kickin' freestyles before I wrote 16's
Drug dealers Bush Civics with chrome 15's
After OJ, but before the Clinton scandal
We drank OE 64 oz's with the handle
Bacardi burned like the candles and I smoke Camel lights
The hottest chicks was Cindy Crawford and Vanna White
And when you had a fight, the dude that lost left
And the next day in school you were cooler with more respect
More or less I was cooler than a switch blade
A grown man who'd been rapper since the sixth grade
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