Jurassic 5 - What's Golden lyrics

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I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off
The pens that paint then design what have a
National Geographic a magic
With tailor made status and
Plus flavor that's automatic

We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")

Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains
And y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and
Never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or
Redd Foxx and ripple we pass participles
And smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
Cause there ain't enough bars to hold
The drama that we been through

Yo we still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name
But ain't too much changed
We in the game yo, but not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to
Season up my name we entertain for a mutual
Game from close range steady aim
I drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour

We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")

Hip-Hop music

Yo well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer
Sick of phony mobsters controllin'
The dance floor i'm in them dark places
Catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump
You for your chart spaces
The tart tastes be bringing
These hot styles through
Some of you bum a few cheers from shock value
Word power can plow through
Acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, perform ill

We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")
We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
("On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'")