Golden Era Kids Lyrics

Call me Kip Kinkel, my flow is murdering fools

When I go off like white buls in suburban schools

Splurging's cool, I done blown mad cash and then some

As long as my expenditures don't exceed my income

I'm like Bruce Willis I'm Unbreakable when rappin

Your style is as fragile as Samuel L. Jackson

Side wild as retarded kids in the shower

So funky if I farted you would smell it for an hour

I'm straight reppin Philly where we always spit the raw

Where we always start off saying our name with da bul

This da bul Side Effect yo you know how I roll

If you ain't spittin skills then shut your pie hole

I don't wanna hear it whatever you're manifesting

The rap you do I don't find at all interesting

The way I crash wack MC's you know it's me man

I give a new meaning to the term poetry slam

We can disagree without being violently disagreeable

I disagree with that, and smack you with these unbelievable

Skills, breeding cattle when I raise the stakes

In a battle you would swear I was raised by apes

Crazy, Side Effect the Napalm Bomb of rap

You're content being wack I have no qualms with that

Keep doing what you're doing, wack shit I'll file it under

While I rhyme with that broke nigga first album hunger

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time

Let me show you how to rhyme way above the average bul

How to spit the raw and have cats in absolute awe

Show you how to intimidate your foes with no apology

Rivaling the latest in government technology

Spitting flames a thousand frames per millisecond

So ill when I spill niggas tell me chill a second

I can see it in your eyes you're surprised by my dirtiness

I listen to you guys then I analyze your worthiness

I say shit you don't have the heart to

Side Effect, banned from CD part two

Punchlines hit you harder than a stray shot

Your twin brother will feel the pain like Tomax and Xamot

Your Gi Joe looks GI gay

I'm still ill when I spill that shit from back in the day

Back when Kane's dancers was Scrap and Scoob Lover

Or back when Rerun was bootlegging the Doobie Brothers

I was out the gate, you're off to a slow start

Side Effect I don't write rhymes I write flow charts

Connecting my thoughts like some kind of dope philosopher

Spit shit so hot that I need a throat lozenger

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time

Yo, I come in the crib, eat, write some heat, make a beat

Call a girl, fuck, skeet, then I'm rolling through the street

Lyrically unique, never peak, constant elevation

Writing rhymes is like real estate it's all about location

Where you put your words, most of you rappers be

Saying anything while I bring gorgeous tapestry

Attacking me is dumb I wonder how you pass your classes

Over a million sperm and you were the fastest

Lyrically you try to size me up but can't measure me

I'm always rearranging while exchanging unpleasantries

Rhyme writing for me is a habitual ritual

Lines are designed specifically to make you feel pitiful

I know my shit is hot God I got this shit mastered

When I die I'll have conceited bastard plastered across my casket

With a tombstone in the shape of a microphone

Black owned, beats I make my own, lyrics write my own

In a zone, my poems, full of boasting and braggering

Battle me but warning casualties could be staggering

Don't romp with me in the MC section

Cause my flows so tight you might get a yeast infection

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time

I'm calling Golden Era Kids, Golden Era Kids where y'all at

Golden Era Kids, holla back if y'all feelin that

87, 88 and 89

Back when Hip Hop was at its most creative time