Golden Oldies (feat. Atmosphere & Eamon)

I'm tryna show you old is golden It might be old but it ain't broken Yo; are these supposed to be poems? I got poetry in my bones I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she's new She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to" I don't know if I should be laughin' or stressin' My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'" We fight every day, there gotta be a better way I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away She says she hates boxing compared to MMA She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre She said I'm primitive, politics today are more progressive She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses While I'm cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie I'm raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy" I'm like, "Girl, I'm outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha! I'm tryna show you old is golden It might be old but it ain't broken Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is And it still is (say what?) Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is And it still is I laid down for a nap first 'N then I took the stage My back hurt, my skin looked like suede Used to get play in an earlier day But that was way before my soul patch turned grey Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang And keep coming back like a boomerang I need somethin' to reduce the pain Repair my shoe game And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang) I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes The vintage, no expiration date Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste Ehh, I'm awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air But as long as you got me on my rockin' chair I'm still droppin' science in these thoughts I share I'm tryna show you old is golden It might be old but it ain't broken Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is And it still is (say what?) Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is And it still is They say I'm old-fashioned I say I'm grown and knowledgeable I'm hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin' in the hospital Rockin' the gospel like the son of God's apostles Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils Some say I'm a troll and a grumpy old a-hole 'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole Age ain't a white-rappin' death sentence When I'm sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows Wearin' 80s African pendants Spazzin' out like epileptics In the mirror, doin' the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records Callin' groupies skeezers, never romantic Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin' my old man dick, so Don't discredit or disrespect the age I'll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm Did you understand that lyric? You're too young, of course you didn't C'mon!