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 Chorus: [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]