Posse Cut (2015 Golden Era Records Cypher)

[Commentary: Suffa] All right, that's it, that's a wrap. Two-thousand-and-fifteen mixtape. Please send all feedback to [email protected]. Let's go [Intro/Scratches: DJ Debris & Adfu] "Let me introduce you to the one— To the one" "Golden Era" "Check the label as it goes round— "Check the label as it goes round" [Verse 1: Trials] I got a Dutch strain of weed on the scene, call it Mr. Holland's Opus Your son's pretty dumb but your mum probably knows us Better focus on the future, you should never lie to me I never drank lean, got better prescribed to me Rightfully so, headshot, Call of Duty killed ya The silence is golden, but my duct tape is silver Sativa, higher than this taxi cab running off the meter When I fell asleep after burning all that Cheeba I give the Dieter Brummer doodle To any divas that wanna come get it in monophonic Man, I promise that I'm more than just hesitant Swear they're looking susser than a LEGO set underneath a pedo's bed Better get a better steamroller, then I told 'em "hold up" Slow that fucking Uncle Toby roll up To this year, I'm coming out retirement to battle And Golden Era’s never going out like the Daddos [Verse 2: Hons] Now is the Oars out of beer? Then I'ma steal your Ryder Like I’m Port Power, cheers, number one draft pick He bought out of fear, or striking at your team In the bottom of the ninth, now you're out of here I'm a beast on the mic, call me Hank McCoy Right, no need to battle, I outflank these toys I'm that Prince Harry look-alike, Seth Green impersonator You can book online, bring back the Boogie Nights But "party" ain't in my vernacular now I'm at home with Futurama, eating bachelor chow And I ain't backing it down, you know the mic is Just an extension of my arm and my wrist when I spit Shit, that ain't scary enough? I'm like a barbarian mixed with Targaryen blood So I'm tearing it up like a parking ticket Golden Era raise the bar once again, who with us? [Verse 3: K21] Fly like a pigeon over Kings of Leon, pee on your poxy bands Stop your fans, walk all over a square like I'm Bomberman And honour stands, but only down to Earth where my comet lands Cause a ruckus like a soccer fan, from here to Rotterdam Call it my song and dance, their rhyme ain't got a chance Turn the scene of Home and Away to Silence of the Lambs Try to stop our plan, you'll stay behind in the backdrop I get on a jam until you lapdogs are Pavloved With a knack for, playing chicken with Shinkansens Put vendettas on trendsetters that kick up a mess The real menace, call me Dennis like I'm Kim Jong's friend A beast known to unleash whenever I pick up pens Couple of tour dates, and more pay, fit for bringing the madness in Leaving the scene, got you thinking that it's an accident It's that feeling you're missing until we're back again Back to damage your track till I'm finished like Mika Häkkinen [Scratches: DJ Debris & Adfu] "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era" Let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" [Verse 4: Pressure] P the venomous speaks so effortless G the Era with ten of us, senators need to censor us Play for keeps like speech impediments, competitors Reach for relevance, never been streets ahead of us I dream and let it live, peace and reverence But each sentence is like GTMO released a terrorist The beat of Pressure is like a beast together with parenthesis Meet your nemesis This rap game ain't big enough for all to survive Like an island divided: Lord of the Flies No quarter, flow slaughter, go to war on the mic Like blitzkrieg, this team are callin' the strike In our final hour, bring me to a higher power Choirs sing, sirens ring from a fire tower In a daze, set ablaze in our finest hour Your world burning in a fire shower [Verse 5: Sesta] I'm like Putin with a nuke bomb, better move on I'm turnin' your city into a crouton, and who gon' stop me? If you believin' in reconvenin' somewhere in Heaven I've got a better story endin', that Sesta won the apocalypse You don't want it when I've got it? Then I'm done with it God tier when I drop it like a rocket hit I've got nothin' on my bucket list, but a hundred and ten things I've written down on my fuck-it list (Fuck it) all you rappers are pretenders My entrance, your exits, your moves don't defend it My henchmen: elite though, best watch the temper Why I'm hatin' though? I don't remember (nope) But I intended to get vengeance, until then, when I'm restless Ever-testing the status, call me Genghis The way I'm playing Tetris in here with them corpses 'Course there's caution to the wind, when he bring it, it's like Orson [Scratches: DJ Debris & Adfu] "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era, let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" [Verse 6: Vents] We stay calm in a crisis, calmer than suicide pilots I came from a long line of survivors Migrants, sailed to the island Worked like a slave and saved for retirement Learned to be brave and change your environment Learned to behave, I was chasin' enlightenment Listen while the world spins, sitting in silence Trying to teach my girlfriend disciplined guidance The best advice is: life is a kick in the privates But every second here is priceless Practice random acts of kindness My virus attack your wireless, write 'til arthritis From sinus to synapse To the shoulders of giants, call me "Your Highness" Roll with the finest: Golden Era, deadly alliance Bet you'll rewind this [Verse 7: Briggs] One too many devils in the mix It's nineteen-eighty-six, year of the Briggs I stay hungry, but never miss a meal My clique's as real as Slick Rick when he grips steel I like old models who've still got it A big bottom, pretty face and a bit of a cock problem A thick two litre, ex-knife eater who got The skills to make a dress outta my wife-beater What the fuck am I? A mind reader? Nah, I'm just a charismatic, selfish addict and a fine leader Who doesn't even like his own thoughts So why in the fuck did you think I'd care about yours? Call me misogynist... 'Cause I'm killin' any bitch-made rapper who thinks he can get it on wit us They want to do a song with us, it's obvious (how?) They're payin' out the ass like a sodomist [Verse 8: Suffa] I taught the Art of the Handshake, lock and click Then X made a beat to pop my fist right off of my wrist Now watch it twist, and keep my shit under wraps like a Boxer's fist, I'm like a Thunda Cat, 'cause I Take a fist and make a peace sign with it, then I Make it flip and make a V-sign with it, then I Drop the middle finger, pop the pinkie 'Cause I'm the goat, now I drop the pinkie, join the thumbs And now you know: the 'H' is for 'Hilltop' Join up the index, now I've got a little one 'Cause diamonds are forever but then I gotta peel off Spread out my fingers, now I've got some wings to wheel off Into the sunset, don't unlink the thumbs yet 'Cause now I've got a Wu-Tang set, and in one sec I'll flip it all around and I'll show you how to bury me When they cut me down like Washington's cherry tree, it's heresy What? [Scratches: DJ Debris & Adfu] "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Golden Era" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era, let me introduce you to the one" "Check the label as it goes 'round" "I'm from the Era" "Let me introduce you to the one" "That's right"