[Commentary: Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, yo. It's your boy, Pharoahe Monch. You already know what it is. Coming straight from Queens. Holdin' it down for my peoples, Briggs. Yes sir, and this is the Golden Era Mixtape. You already know what it is 'cause this the Golden Era. One
[Verse 1: Briggs]
It's me you been looking up, 6'1"
A tonne and none of these chumps are close to good enough
Talk about what you shoulda done
"I'll give him a piece of my mind, but a moment never arrived, but it's what I woulda done"
Alrighty son, whatever helps you sleep
And floats your boat, whatever puts your mind at ease
But I suggest you keep your words behind your teeth
And keep away from me, I ain't raising your seed
Mister Role Model, far from it
Been on the bottle since birth, you put a keg in my hearse, I'm never off it
So how am I supposed to teach your kids
When I can't tell you what day of the week it is?
See, the fact is, you couldn't trust me with a cactus
That shit'd die quicker than me with a cat did
Blacklist? Yeah, that's just fine with me
And when the siren sounds, it's just my sign to leave
(Peace!)
[Hook: Briggs]
Looking at me (Right)
I'm likely to be (Right)
Some kind of thief (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at him (Right)
He's some kind of crim (Right)
His last name is Briggs (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at you (Right)
Got something to prove (Right)
Whatcha gon' do? (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
"[?]
Fuckin' career"
Yo, yo. It's your boy, Pharoahe Monch. You already know what it is. Coming straight from Queens. Holdin' it down for my peoples, Briggs. Yes sir, and this is the Golden Era Mixtape. You already know what it is 'cause this the Golden Era. One
[Verse 1: Briggs]
It's me you been looking up, 6'1"
A tonne and none of these chumps are close to good enough
Talk about what you shoulda done
"I'll give him a piece of my mind, but a moment never arrived, but it's what I woulda done"
Alrighty son, whatever helps you sleep
And floats your boat, whatever puts your mind at ease
But I suggest you keep your words behind your teeth
And keep away from me, I ain't raising your seed
Mister Role Model, far from it
Been on the bottle since birth, you put a keg in my hearse, I'm never off it
So how am I supposed to teach your kids
When I can't tell you what day of the week it is?
See, the fact is, you couldn't trust me with a cactus
That shit'd die quicker than me with a cat did
Blacklist? Yeah, that's just fine with me
And when the siren sounds, it's just my sign to leave
(Peace!)
[Hook: Briggs]
Looking at me (Right)
I'm likely to be (Right)
Some kind of thief (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at him (Right)
He's some kind of crim (Right)
His last name is Briggs (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at you (Right)
Got something to prove (Right)
Whatcha gon' do? (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
"[?]
Fuckin' career"
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