[Intro: Adrian Younge]
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
[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
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'
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
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
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
[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
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'
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
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
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