歌词
[Verse 1]
I've been earnin' my stripes
Till I'm perfect when I'm workin' the mic
And I've been servin' the type of words that murder insights
This ain't an urge, it's for life
What I recite furthers the fight
A service for the circus that occurs in the night
So put your money where your mouth is
We're doin' it now
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl
Loosen the noose, so you're down
We're here to take back what used to be ours
So make your last words count like grooms choosin' their vows
It's more than just timing (Why?)
The sport of slaughter with rhyming
Of course, if I'm writing my name upon your corpse, it's a signing
There's hoards of them vibing
Smiling at the thought of us dying
The water is rising
Ain't the shore, it's more of your crying
Jealous 'cause we striving and inspired by truths, they know
Nothing 'bout survivin' with the times and the news, and whole
Image is a lie and didn't like that my crew's
Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes
Hip hop's in hard times, if it's said that time is money
Then I'll be payin' dues until I hit the red
Is it dead? Or is it just the picture which you're fed?
Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head
If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear
It was a blessin', but I'm stressin', I'll be dead in a year
Forgettin' my fears for blood, sweat and the tears
Eff a career, I'll be with the respect of my peers
[Verse 2]
What we're doin' here is crazy
In case you haven't heard, my ways are international
Super official with the style
Yeah, step into my zone and get blown
What we're doin' here is crazy
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
Super official with the style
If you ain't up on this
[Verse 3]
Girl, for one night, we'll get drunk, right?
And we'll get tongue tied till we puke together
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug tied the room together
Howl at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour
In Rio with Ronny James Dio on the encore
They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror
To ninety-four, they want a golden era
They wanna golden shower, so I'ma give 'em
Sid Vicious, spit vicious (You cut me off like circumcision)
It's just how I'm livin', so adjust how you listen
To the music, then you should be touched, now I'm driven
Ain't the same old, lame old, take it in the a-hole
Payola, payroll, dude, shut your cake-hole
This is soul like watchin' some day old
Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall
And it's so beautiful, it's painful, it's sweet sickness
Like picturin' the rest of your life with a girl
You've known for three minutes
And proposin' in a day and a half
What we're composin' here's state of the art
It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns
And that's when we break it down, man, sound the horns
Now reborn, work hard, eat lunch in the car
But, man, we play hard, Braveheart, drunk in a bar
We're here to take heart, we're makin' music that's honest, man
The movement's upon us
Like some rebels movin' through in the forest
Carryin' a torch to burn Babylon
For every musician a label ever put a saddle on
[Verse 4]
What we're doin' here is crazy
In case you haven't heard, my ways are
Super official with the style
Yeah, step into my zone and get blown
What we're doin' here is crazy
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
Super official with the style
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
[Verse 5]
Golden Era
[Verse 6]
What we're doin' here is crazy
Super official with the style
What we're doin' here is crazy
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
Super official with the style
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
Written by: Barry Francis, Daniel Smith, Matt Lambert
