(I directly copied and pasted these lyrics from Evil Eddie's website)
Letr's go backwards in time
Now well they say that the music you loved when you started getting laid
Will be music you love ,,,, 'til your caskets your casket's in the grave,
And the first time a ever got a girl in the sheets
She let Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique play on repeat
"Hey Ladies" was the theme song of m teens
And though heavy into metal for beats I was a fiend.
And for me the utter peak was circa ninety-four
'Cause just like Dirt McDirt "Ooh baby, I like it raw"
And the Nineties were so that that those cats
Make me start writing my own raps
And the NIneties were smarter than those cats
Made me start writing my own raps
And gringing my Bozack up there on the stage
Screaming at Motherfuckers like Zack when frontin' Rage
But nowadays due to such a metamorphosis
It seems Hip Hop sucks a dead horses's dick
'Cause most tracks coming through are so wack
That all I want to do is go back.
'Cause just like Dirt McDirt "Ooh baby, I like it raw"
And the Nineties were so that that those cats
Make me start writing my own raps
And the NIneties were smarter than those cats
Made me start writing my own raps
And gringing my Bozack up there on the stage
Screaming at Motherfuckers like Zack when frontin' Rage
But nowadays due to such a metamorphosis
It seems Hip Hop sucks a dead horses's dick
'Cause most tracks coming through are so wack
That all I want to do is go back.
'Cause I'm an old motherfucker set in my ways
And now that everything's changed I'm lamenting the days
Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase
Called the Golden Age, the Golden Age
Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled ; New School ain't surpassed the days
Of the Gikden Age, the Golden Age
Sp freestyle in my face motherfucker I'm a slap ya
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
Called the Golden Age, the Golden Age
Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled ; New School ain't surpassed the days
Of the Gikden Age, the Golden Age
Sp freestyle in my face motherfucker I'm a slap ya
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 three preset
And though I've found the shit to sound a bit like counterfit
And the neat's had the funk sucked out of it cunts are proud of it
And since the crowd all pick style over substance
You can kill em all with syllables without making much sense
You’re point could be flawed or lacking in heart
Yet the label ensures that you’re smashing the charts apart
And that’s the curse of commercialization
So fuck every jerk who ever worked at a station
Giving radio play to all the labels who pay
For making hip hop a blatant cliché
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker set in my ways
And now that everything’s changed I ’m lamenting the days
Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase
Called the golden age, the golden age
Before biggie and pac and jam master jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled & new school aint surpassed the days
Of the golden age, the golden age
And so they’re sayin now
That hip hop is dead and that the golden age is over
And if it aint dead it’s definitely in a coma
It’s kinda like a joke it’s so morbid and sick
So it’s sorta got me thinking that I oughta just quit
But shit I wanna see the scene back to it’s prime
So I ’m a raise the dead instead like frankenstein
While I ’m reanimating older boom bap flows
And breathing life into the golden age two point o
Taking 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
Bonafide king of these open mic fiends
So it’s all good to be commercial and pop
But don’t be selling your soul and think you’re earning ya props your not
You think ya posse rip sermons when you rock
Well let me tell you all ya doing is jerking each other off
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker veteran stage
And I ’ll be steady getting better with age I ’m
Until dead in the grave
And giving life to these old veneers
Into my golden years, golden years
And even after ninety when I ’m old and weird
Growing little beards from my moles and ears
I’m gonna do it how I done it for my whole career
Into my golden years, golden years
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker set in my ways
And now that everything’s changed I ’m lamenting the days
Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase
Called the golden age, the golden age
Before biggie and pac and jam master jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled & new school aint surpassed the days
Of the golden age, the golden age
And though I've found the shit to sound a bit like counterfit
And the neat's had the funk sucked out of it cunts are proud of it
And since the crowd all pick style over substance
You can kill em all with syllables without making much sense
You’re point could be flawed or lacking in heart
Yet the label ensures that you’re smashing the charts apart
And that’s the curse of commercialization
So fuck every jerk who ever worked at a station
Giving radio play to all the labels who pay
For making hip hop a blatant cliché
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker set in my ways
And now that everything’s changed I ’m lamenting the days
Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase
Called the golden age, the golden age
Before biggie and pac and jam master jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled & new school aint surpassed the days
Of the golden age, the golden age
And so they’re sayin now
That hip hop is dead and that the golden age is over
And if it aint dead it’s definitely in a coma
It’s kinda like a joke it’s so morbid and sick
So it’s sorta got me thinking that I oughta just quit
But shit I wanna see the scene back to it’s prime
So I ’m a raise the dead instead like frankenstein
While I ’m reanimating older boom bap flows
And breathing life into the golden age two point o
Taking 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
Bonafide king of these open mic fiends
So it’s all good to be commercial and pop
But don’t be selling your soul and think you’re earning ya props your not
You think ya posse rip sermons when you rock
Well let me tell you all ya doing is jerking each other off
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker veteran stage
And I ’ll be steady getting better with age I ’m
Until dead in the grave
And giving life to these old veneers
Into my golden years, golden years
And even after ninety when I ’m old and weird
Growing little beards from my moles and ears
I’m gonna do it how I done it for my whole career
Into my golden years, golden years
Cause I ’m an old motherfucker set in my ways
And now that everything’s changed I ’m lamenting the days
Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase
Called the golden age, the golden age
Before biggie and pac and jam master jay
All got themselves shot and all passed away
Rap ruled & new school aint surpassed the days
Of the golden age, the golden age

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