Evil Eddie - Golden Age lyrics

Let's go backwards in time

Now well they say the music you
Loved when you started gettin' laid
Will be the music you love till
Your casket's in the grave
And the first time I ever got
A girl in the sheets
She let Beastie Boys' Paul's
Boutique play on repeat
("Hey Ladies") Was the theme song of my teens
And though heavy into metal
For beats I was a fiend
And for me the utter peak was circa '94
'Cause just like Dirt McGirt
(Ooh, baby, I likе it raw)
And the '90s were so that that thosе cats
Made me start writin' my own raps
And grindin' my bozack up there on the stage
Screamin' at motherfuckers like Zack
When frontin' Rage


But nowadays due to such a metamorphosis
It seems hip hop sucks a dead horse's dick
'Cause most tracks comin' through are so wack
That all I wanna do is go back

'Cause, I'm an old motherfucker
Set in my ways
And now that everything's changed
I'm lamentin' the days
Of hip hop culture when it
Entered a phase called
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)
Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled and new school ain't
Surpassed the days of
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)

Scratching

So freestyle in my face
Motherfucker I'ma slap you
These days every man and his
Dog's a fuckin' rapper
And that's the reason why the
Standard in rap's dropped
'Cause all you really need to make
A track is a laptop
So people release shit who can't
Even make beats yet
They rap to what sounds like
A Reason 3 preset
And though I've found the shit
To sound a bit counterfeit
And the beat's had the funk sucked out of it
Cunts are proud of it
Because the crowd'll pick
Style over substance
You can kill 'em all with
Syllables without makin' much sense
Your point could be flawed
Or lackin' in heart
Yet the label ensures that you're
Smashin' the charts apart
And that's the curse of commercialisation
So fuck every jerk who ever
Worked at a station
Givin' radio play to the labels who pay
For makin' hip hop a blatant cliché

'Cause, I'm an old motherfucker
Set in my ways
And now that everything's changed
I'm lamentin' the days
Of hip hop culture when it
Entered a phase called
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)
Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled and new school ain't
Surpassed the days of
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)

Scratching
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop the clock
Stop, stop the clock

So they're sayin' now that hip hop's dead
And that the golden age is over
And if it ain't dead
It's definitely in a coma
It's kinda like a joke
It's so morbid and sick
And it's sorta got me thinkin'
That I oughta just quit but shit
I wanna see the scene back in it's prime
So I'ma raise the dead like Frankenstein
While I'm reanimating older boom bap flows
And breathin' life into the golden age 20

Takin' over the scene to change
The flow of the cream
Slappin' hipster hoppers out
Of stovepipe jeans
With flows and rhyme schemes to
Show why I'm deemed
Bona fide king of these open mic fiends
So, it's all good to be commercial and pop
But don't be sellin' your soul and
Think you're earnin' your props, you're not
You think your posse rips
Sermons when you rock? Well let me tell you
All you're doin' is jerkin' each other off

'Cause, I'm an old motherfucker
Veteran stage
And I'll be steady gettin' better with age
Till I'm dead in the grave
And givin' life to these old veneers into my
(Golden years (What?) , my golden years)
And even after ninety when I'm old and weird
Growin' little beards from my moles and ears
I'm gonna do it how I done it
For my whole career into my
(Golden years (What?) , my golden years)
'Cause, I'm an old motherfucker
Set in my ways
And now that everything's changed
I'm lamentin' the days
Of hip hop culture when it
Entered a phase called
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)
Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled and new school ain't
Surpassed the days of
(The golden age (What?) , the golden age)