
Wsup Golden Era Records (Ft. Briggs, Funkoars, Hilltop Hoods & Vents (AUS))
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[Interlude: Briggs]
Yo, check it out
What do you get
When you put the whole G.E. camp
In the one place, in the one time
On the one beat?
You get a motherfucking problem, that's what you get
Hahaha
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Cheah
You're in session with them boys from G.E.
We can't even pretend to be some toys like E.T., we lose 'em
When we mix breaks won't see me, confuse 'em
Like how there's mixtapes on CD, abuse 'em
Like stepdads drunk and just made redundant (Uh-oh)
And you hear footsteps down the hallway thunderin'
We got Trials [?]
You can't find a better man, just go ask Eddie Vedder
[Verse 2: Briggs]
I'm an animal with a catapult and a bone to pick (Son)
The chip on my shoulder is as big as this boulder is (Son)
The squad is back with the Golden cliche
Like the one and only Briggs, I'm not E.T., I never phone it in
So hold your horses or your Holden 'cause you can't afford
To catch an elbow for whatever the fuck it is you asking for
Mongrel, carnivore in a banana store
Chewing on the carcass of an artist, can you pass the sauce?
Yo, check it out
What do you get
When you put the whole G.E. camp
In the one place, in the one time
On the one beat?
You get a motherfucking problem, that's what you get
Hahaha
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Cheah
You're in session with them boys from G.E.
We can't even pretend to be some toys like E.T., we lose 'em
When we mix breaks won't see me, confuse 'em
Like how there's mixtapes on CD, abuse 'em
Like stepdads drunk and just made redundant (Uh-oh)
And you hear footsteps down the hallway thunderin'
We got Trials [?]
You can't find a better man, just go ask Eddie Vedder
[Verse 2: Briggs]
I'm an animal with a catapult and a bone to pick (Son)
The chip on my shoulder is as big as this boulder is (Son)
The squad is back with the Golden cliche
Like the one and only Briggs, I'm not E.T., I never phone it in
So hold your horses or your Holden 'cause you can't afford
To catch an elbow for whatever the fuck it is you asking for
Mongrel, carnivore in a banana store
Chewing on the carcass of an artist, can you pass the sauce?
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