Golden Era

Now let me make this clearer
This be the Golden Era
But while these modern rappers mutter mush and fill your ears up
With nothing much, just a bunch of budget lyrics
And lies they hide behind
It's no surprise they fear us
Exposing fake shine
It's all smoke and mirrors
Call me Archimedes, I'mma put them to the test
Midas touch with the pen while theirs is less dense
Something like an alchemist
Making gold out the misled

So what'cha made of?
No brain, all braun
Just weak bars of blunts, broads, booze and boogie cars
While you're stuck in the age of bronze
I'm eons beyond watching your Bugatti stall
My concept fly like I cruise with the stars
Full throttle in my starship
Flick my wrist and watch you startle
But you wouldn't start shit 'cause I write like Aristotle
Pose philosophical models all the world ought to follow
The subject of substance is a hard pill to swallow
Especially for the hallow, boasting their false bravado
Your verses are worse than a child writing in cursive
What y'all fail to observe is that the surface is worthless
If not full of a purpose
So prove your weight in gold
Ya do it for the gram, I'm doing it for the ohs
Compose bars of gold and unload 'em to the crowd
Pound for pound wordsmith that was born to wear the crown

Now let me make this clearer
This be the Golden Era
But while these modern rappers mutter mush and fill your ears up
With nothing much, just a bunch of budget lyrics
And lies they hide behind
It's no surprise they fear us
Exposing fake shine
It's all smoke and mirrors
Call me Archimedes, I'mma put them to the test
Midas touch with the pen while theirs is less dense
Something like an alchemist
Making gold out the misled