The Golden Age - NIGHTWALKER

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

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

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