Vents - Golden Era Remix lyrics

[Intro: Briggs] Again and again Check [Verse 1: Briggs] I been getting mine 'fore I signed my name upon the dotted line I bodied anybody who bothered to wanna try You're running on borrowed time, I'm gunnin', I'm on sight Now my record on your forehead, so I know what's on your mind From the pessimist nemesis, hate everyone's guts On our worst day never get the better of us Your whole squad [?], you worship the pole It's gotta be told, you thinking about kicking up dust Or making a fuss? Teeth, you be picking 'em up —Teeth, you be picking 'em up [Verse 2: Trials] We bring the riot police up into your quiet street (Hello!) I'm on the run From getting done with all the p**n that gets a warning from your ISP I'm Donkey Kong in this octagon My belly-flop will leave a crater big enough to launch a rocket from I made a home inside a giant's head Before I went to sleep I hung an LCD inside a spider web (I'm stupid) Getting on your nerves, puffing herb In a cinema dumber than low-cut shirts around silicone [Verse 3: Vents] Desperado, s**, money, d**, diablo Hooked on the rush, still stuck on the Marlboro Foot's on the clutch, get the f** in the car, bro Who could you trust when you stuck in the dark, though I trust no woman but the one who raised me I follow no man but the one who made me I got no plan but the one God gave me 'Cause most of my friends is dead or gone crazy [Verse 4: Hons] Gimme the keys to your city, I'ma drive it like I stole it As long as the era stay golden, I'ma hold it Forever, together, us is G.E When push come to shove we always plus [?] So pump these beats every time we drop our product If I'm behind the eight-ball then I'ma sink it corner pocket Jaw-droppin' verses when the 'Oars rush and burst in Worst in, best dressed, never said we perfect (Never said we perfect, never said we perfect) [Verse 5: Sesta] Just penned a manifesto, it said that I'm the best, yo Was in another language, so read it, but no comprendo Flip the coin, friendo, you 'bout to meet your end, though I'm feeling pretty good, so shoot him down at the tempo Get your pop songs, and you can pop off And make way for the next hollow pop god Where I'm from is locked off to fakes and Corny shameless frauds can't shake it off [Verse 6: Suffa] For the crew in the front, to the few in the back, alright Spit off a golden gun like chewing tobacco, right Who you know that go hard as the Hoods, brah? Aren't too many close, with no heart or no chutzpah, uh Who put the pound next door to the butcher? You're so low you could drown in a foot-spa Try to find two that could even come close to tha Crew's like playing "Guess Who" with prosopagnosia [Verse 7: K21] Taking j**els like a grave robber to make a day stopper f** it up and run amok, everything I say is proper foul Wait, stop me now raining on the sound And make tall poppies turn all sloppy, kale chop 'em down For every lacklustre wack f** can't match us Let 'em act tough and leave 'em looking silly like they didn't know the back us Golden George Foreman gums, you see them, turn and run Team messed up when Suffa slamming drums, and it's an anthem [Outro (Sampled)] "Rockwilder the beat, top dollar the fee"