Golden Age

[Verse 1: Scepaz] At ten graffing on the back desk No pen licence guess rap's next Internet cyphers never knew of a scene Seen Def Wish and pursued my dreams CD's DVD's MP3's Reading the rap history Follow The Lead Rakim's my GOD emcee These days I'm tuning my delivery We'd argue over 2Pac and Biggie Ran through most venues in Sydney Performing supporting cyphering To the early morning SubC Squadron On that rubix cube rhyme Written cyphering freestyle Meeting many greats along the way Emcees as mates my Golden Age Those memories they'll never fade '06 '07 '08 DOOSE DOOSE The start of SubC KWITS Crew Cyphering with 2Far he'd never shutup [Verse 2: 2Far] Rippers on the regular hands on the head time Trying to get a drink but unts are banned from the Red Line Red wine box form sausage fest cock swarm This house here has held more drugs than Osborne Awkwardness Scepz'll meet walking on Devon Street Equipped with a kid who keeps it raw with a heavy beat Now KWITS in the mix evicting y'all from every seat We want more essentially and to keep it raw for centuries Like all my memories and for sure all they'll ever be I vaguely remember climbing OV's building like Spider-Man With a bag of ketamine inside my hand I should have died god damn just like the night I ran Into a car got smash an flied an ambulance Came I got put inside and then yelled "K Dub" Unconscious love for the Sub Conscious bruv Even before we were showing gronks wassup I've romped so much I'm happy every day I wake Each day is its own golden era Moments are fleeting I just want to hold them nearer Instead of reflecting like when I hold a mirror I want to take time out to chill and hold a beer up I've got an intense management contract won't stop till the deals done Running pure machine filth with Scep-Daddy and Keals One [Verse 3: 2Rite] I remember when I first got hooked this culture was intriguing/ A status of a toy unbeknown's of the history/ Before I caught a glimpse of dairy farmers observed the scenery/ E2e's t2b's the whole cars were glistering/ Existence of free speech appealed in droves / Utilised knowledge from mentors and after hours I grew/ I stood at the fork of the road it wasn't a hard chose to choose/ Evolution of self was strictly bboy moves/ Continual progression you either for or against it/ Avoided confrontation yet enjoyed a public hero dancing/ Leg spinning clocking up some damage I'm front paging/ Disappear through the storm-waters its undergrounds haven/ Presence was mayhem like Noreaga n Lazy Grey/ Clear as mud bag racks thru the fire escape/ I donn'd overalls to throw off, not a dime spent on paint/ And the global day for doing it, is ten ten ten