Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Golden Era lyrics

[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] Let's shine a light on this real sh**, real sh** The Lord won't put too much on you than you can deal with I learned early, why deal d** when I can deal wit? Plus I'm down to k** plus switch k**s k** a friend of yours quick like flippin' the k** 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' b**hes 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, embarra**ing Doing light-skin n***a sh** so they pale in comparison [Hook] At this very moment You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin' Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary It's the golden era of recordin' Where it's cool to battle your demons It's cool to battle no matter who you are The golden era of recordin' It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is We live in the golden era of recordin' [Verse 2] Let's shine a light on this real sh**, real quick I'm a true karma chameleon, I've been through the illest, the ill sh** I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say Therefore he shouldn't make it if he never got punched in the face Let's take it back to the basics That'll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it I'm from the Motor City, it was intended for me to work in factory places I chose to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers If everybody around you is the kind that'll take a mile if you give 'em an inch The time it'll take for you to fall out with all of them n***as, that could mean acres Plus the time it'll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers You wouldn't be disputin' the the bullsh** Twitter revolution Hope you can breathe way better in your "he can't breathe" shirts Mention me or mine in your rhyme, it's gon' look like you around Mayweather in a "he can't read shirt" Cause I'm more the riotin' type, n***a [Hook] At this very moment You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin' Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary It's the golden era of recordin' Where it's cool to battle your demons It's cool to battle no matter who you are The golden era of recordin' It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is We live in the golden era of recordin' [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] And I'm something like a big deal Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal Throw up New York, York City feel I'm too real and too gritty I feel Ready to k**, ready to die R.I.P to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy Bring your honey to this beehive We bustin', cousin, f** a introduction, we live My youngins want it, gunnin' for them hundreds My n***as is headhuntin' and it's duck season for a**umption She took her top off, I started dumpin', she was ruthless She licked the co*ka for poppa like she was toothless You got a different persona from what the truth is s**er n***a stuck on stupid, it's nothing new All these hoes s**in' dick and they get so comfortable up under you Fake players, and fake gangsters Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes, it's San Andreas I take your b**h and slay her But I don't really like to boast, I know I'm just that dope I'll take a toast, big l's is getting smoked, yo To the illest coasters livin', the ghost in the motherf**in' belly of the coast [Hook] At this very moment You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin' Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary It's the golden era of recordin' Where it's cool to battle your demons It's cool to battle no matter who you are The golden era of recordin' It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is We live in the golden era of recordin' [Outro: DJ Premier] (Golden era) *​​​​scratching*​​​​