[Commentary: Grieves]
Yo, what's up? This is Grieves from Rhymesayers Entertainment, and you are now havin' your goddamn mind blown, b**h! On the Golden Era Mixtape 2013. Peace
[Scratches: ADFU]
"Yeah" [?] "Sesta" "[?]"
"Representin'" "[?]"
"Yea—Yea—Yea—
Ye—Ye—Yeah!"
[Verse 1: Suffa]
I'll serve you now like Rafael Nadal
Smack [?] brow like Manny Pacquiao
Put a fracture in your crown like, "How you like me now, huh?"
Scatterin' the patterns, have 'em gatherin' around the
Stage like a [?] like a sick bull
Cage with a pitbull, no place for the bullsh**
Oh, it's the Golden Era squad
Stalkin', you're out of your league like Billy Bob
Thornton escorting Jolie, you should really stop
Talkin', it's squawkin' to me [?]
[?] the Hoods [?] tell 'em "No bro"
Makes no sense like a Buddhist yelling YOLO
Step in my dojo bro, it's a horrorshow
[?] to Kid Solo
We show these [?] I'm pro [?] their mojo
Pose for a photo then go home like peace
(f**head)
[Sample: [?]]
"Um, think you could maybe take it up a notch"
[Verse 2: Sesta]
Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' this, I'm feelin' a bit ill
[?] and I'm willin' [?]
Done dealin' with [?], I must deal
With reality [?] under attack
You got a bad track record for putting bad tracks on your record
[?] that's all that I can let on, uh
Till I snap, crack, then fap furious
[?] sing a song with us
They're pursuing us, I kick harder
Binge harder just for kick startin'
Shout-outs to Ben Martin
I'm just tryna bury my D in the C: Bin Laden
I got a version of you as a person
Do a verse and rehearse, do away with the virgin
[?] hearse, being burnt is a curse
But the first motherf**er to really [?]