[Currently Transcribing]
[Verse 1: Briggs]
Not even Jesus crossed the G.E. squad
Sacrifice mo'f**ers to appease a God
Got the brothers on the screen, not a scene from Cops
Get punched in your face when the peace is off: Lebron
Carry the Heat, give me a beat that knocks
Embarra**ing defeat, in the street with Crocs
I'm off everything, that's no weed or grog
I'm not DMX, I'll feed your dogs
You're not fit to kick the tires on my ride, but
Here's the keys, now park it when I arrive
It's a shake down like Parkinson's on the mind
I'ma break down the barriers when I'm inside
To smack the act that [?] on sight
Just a matter of fact, just a matter of time
Maybe better than him, you're not better than I
Admit it, [?] a hatch for batting your eyes
[Scratches/Hook: Adfu]
"Ask your friends who's the illest
Who's—Who's—Who's—Who's the illest
Ask your friends who's the—who's the illest"
"But who [?] the illest? Think we all know the answer to that"
[Verse 2: Vents]
Yo, yo
I've been living in the circus and dying in the fast-food service
I'm 'bout to drop from the last two burgers
Every man alive on the Earth need a purpose
Without that we hopeless, concerned with that
Which lack depth, that which lack virtue
The plastic, the cosmetic, that which'a hurt you
What you turn to in times of need
To forget about the fact we designed to bleed?
Blow weed from the seeds in the sheep [?]
Ask yourself, "What's the reason you breathin' for?"
We both the same, no time for emotional pain
Soak the [?] in disposable flame
I'm like an animal that travel on the toughest terrain
f**ing insane is what I became, nuttin to gain
But the lot and nuttin to lose but the plot
Golden Era in the place, getting loose in the spot, what?
[Scratches/Hook: DJ Reflux]
"Ask your friends who's the illest"
"Who the illest? We all know the answer to that"
[Verse 3: Trials]
It's the Golden Era, you couldn't fold a feather
Tough guy, I'll punch you in the face when my shoulder's better
That's never, bet I still burn a s**er down to ashes
Before you pour your first water buckets out
We are cla**ic like Newman in Jura**ic
Running back to his Jeep with his face full of acid
Two-thousand-three when the step-daddy entered
Top on my bucket list is 'Met Larry Emdur'
Storm Boy drunk off that pelican blood
Screaming "Amitriptyline's a f**in' hell of a drug"
I'm gettin' live in the foyer, Trials the destroyer
Sentence so good like I'm Heisenburg's lawyer
Yo, they want that Hell level impact?
My rhymes are heavyweight like putting bricks in a bin bag
Trigger, Gumby even catching the ball
Fit rapper on the track, but least fashionable
[Verse 4: Hons]
[?] two-thousand-thirteen unlucky for some
Unless you run with Golden Era then you doubling up
You see, the rap game change, you get punished for your laziness
Album cycles life's too short like Warwick Davis is
Never here to make a mint, sh**, the only one
I'll probably see is on my pillow when I go vacationing
Oar's been patient more than ten years into rap
Long time coming like a double strapped to Jimmy hat
Gimme that beat, let me get in the mood
I scribble down some dumb sh** like a drunk tattoo
See we got Reflux and Adfu, DJ Debris
Add seven deadly sins, one for each MC
Golden Era motherf**er, we the cream of the crop
X and T smoked past so I'ma finish it off
Now that's cla**ic, you wanna bring it with that rap sh**
Then you going down like the hat went backwards
[Verse 5: Sesta]
It goes one for the money, nobody for the love it
And your only friend want a cut of it, man
You're not the problem, just a part of it and
It's very obvious like making love for the f** of it
They say that imitation's greatest form of flattery
But actually it's not, no, I'm just taking the piss
But when I'm seventy I bet I'm living all my dreams
In the day getting faded playing Fallout 3
See, I'm here to show you s** on a [?]
And you can scrap your f**ing belief
Before I'm leaving I'll be needing to be teaching the kids
That religion's not bad, but believing it is
Golden Era, give you the golden shower
You cower, is how you're dealing with power
[?] with trouble f**ing with me
See ya, anybody is never trouble to me
[?]
[Scratches/Hook: DJ Debris]
"Ask your friends who's—who's—who's the illest
Ask your friends who's—who's the illest
Who's the—who's the—who's the—who's the illest"
[Verse 6: Pressure]
[?] with the most dangerous squad
With the mic and turntable on lock
'Cause man, we lacing our creation of the traces of rot
They had a day for every hater, but try taking my spot
If I had more time on my hands than the face of the clock
Golden Era's like a rush for the brain, a runaway train
We cut the breaks, run astray, hunger and pain
So f** with the game, you too afraid of touching the flame
Twenty-four carat pure, s**er, what's in a name?
If Heaven is a place on this Earth then I've been on the wrong
Highway to Hell and that this stage is my church
Only thing they hold sacred's what I say in a verse
Until Suffa gets 'em naked as the day of my birth! (Whoa)
If I make it home another wonder unravels
Debris surfing p**n channels, Suffa's huntin' for samples
I got more kids tying me down than f**ing Gulliver's Travels
So tie it up, I put my nuts in a landfill
[Verse 7: Suffa]
[Verse 8: K21]