Golden Terra of Rap

Lyrics

[Intro] Ready on the right, ready on the left Ready on the firing line Mu'fuckers better step up your bars! Mu'fuckers better step up your bars! Mu'fuckers better step up your bars! Mu'fuckers better step up your bars! [Chorus] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap When it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when MCs used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap, when it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when MCs used to talk with advanced thought [Verse 1] Ayo, DJ Premier on the boards Can-I-Bus, on the bars with the lyrical law Just listen to the rhymes, don't behave cruel to be kind And I'ma show you how I'm nice with mine Forced to start from scratch, to rhyme from the heart when I rap Lookin' forward to not lookin' back I spit supernatural, look out for the planet-sized shrapnel Rip the Jacker 'bout to get at you Rip, and seek, and destroy the motherfuckin' beat mission The rugged rudeboy, Rasta on 'roids trippin' Martial arts for the mind, Mandelbrot hip-hop design You don't understand, stop tryin' The hip-hop conglomerate, we legends puttin' it down You gotta honor it, fuck the politics! The B2 bomb pilot, waitin' for that long silence Then I was diagnosed with tinnitus The cuneiform symbols on my uniform tell you what I've been through Nigga, I wish it was that simple The master gunnery combatant blastin' mixtape assassin' Captain Cold Crush get it crackin' Heat it up 'til the bones blacken My microphone double action I grab it, switch the automatic The savage spittin' it rapid, I ricochet 762 jackets Full metal gold plaque classics [Chorus] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Muhfuckers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MCs used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap (Muhfuckers better step up your bars!) Not specifically, jams in the park But when MCs used to talk with advanced thought [Verse 2] The phonograph fascist, let's see who can reload fastest You chronograph still in the past tense Double shot glass of absinthe, still spittin' fantastic You are absent has been, I'm still rappin' The Roman gladiator clashin', chariots crashin' Chest plate split in half with axes, blood splashin' What you wan' speak about? Let's weed it out Fore I turn into something somebody gotta bleed about If I feel the need for speed, do not freak out Armor upgrade beneath seat mount No seat belt, breathe in, breathe out, then lean out White phosphorus, smoke screen the whole street out Fire squad gotta reroute, SWAT team can't see now RPG launch out the treehouse Got a casualty, tell me what the beef is about He don't wanna talk, let him bleed out, don't need him now PTSD MC, the kind you read about Turn the beat up, Premier, this is how a beast sounds! [Chorus] I take it back, back to the golden era of rap When it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when MCs used to talk with advanced thought I take it back, back to the golden era of rap When it was exactly that Not specifically, jams in the park But when M's used to talk with advanced thought [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Mu'fuckers better step up your bars!