Golden Age (Old Schoola Remix)

[Verse 1: Evil Eddie, Beastie Boys and Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Now well they say the music you loved when you started gettin' laid

Will be the music you love till your casket's in the grave

And the first time I ever got a girl in the sheets

She let Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique play on repeat

("Hey Ladies") Was the theme song of my teens

And though heavy into metal, for beats I was a fiend

And for me the utter peak was circa '94

'Cause just like Dirt McGirt, (Ooh, baby, I like it raw)

And the '90s were so that that those cats

Made me start writin' my own raps

And grindin' my bozack up there on the stage

Screamin' at motherfuckers like Zack when frontin' Rage (Woah!)

But nowadays due to such a metamorphosis

It seems hip hop sucks a dead horse's dick

'Cause most tracks comin' through are so wack

That all I wanna do is go back

[Chorus: Evil Eddie]

'Cause I'm an old motherfucker set in my ways

And now that everything's changed I'm lamentin' the days

Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase called

(The golden age)

Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay

All got themselves shot and all passed away

Rap ruled and new school ain't surpassed the days of

(The golden age)

[Verse 2: Evil Eddie]

So freestyle in my face, motherfucker I'ma slap you

These days every man and his dog's a fuckin' rapper (*Dog bark*)

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 3 preset

And though I've found the shit to sound a bit counterfeit

And the beat's had the funk sucked out of it, cunts are proud of it

Because the crowd'll pick style over substance

You can kill 'em all with syllables without makin' much sense

Your point could be flawed or lackin' in heart

Yet the label ensures that you're smashin' the charts apart

And that's the curse of commercialisation

So fuck every jerk who ever worked at a station

Givin' radio play to the labels who pay

For makin' hip hop a blatant cliché

[Chorus: Evil Eddie]

'Cause I'm an old motherfucker set in my ways

And now that everything's changed I'm lamentin' the days

Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase called

(The golden age)

Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay

All got themselves shot and all passed away

Rap ruled and new school ain't surpassed the days of

(The golden age)

[Bridge: Evil Eddie]

And so they're sayin' now that hip hop's dead and that the golden age is over

And if it ain't dead, it's definitely in a coma

It's kinda like a joke, it's so morbid and sick

And it's sorta got me thinkin' that I oughta just quit

But shit, I wanna see the scene back in its prime

So I'ma raise the dead like Frankenstein

While I'm reanimating older boom bap flows

And breathin' life into the golden age 2.0

[Verse 3: Evil Eddie]

Takin' 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

Bona fide king of these open mic fiends

So it's all good to be commercial and pop

But don't be sellin' your soul and think you're earnin' your props, you're not

You think your posse rips sermons when you rock?

Well let me tell you, all you're doin' is jerkin' each other off

[Chorus: Evil Eddie]

'Cause I'm an old motherfucker, veteran stage

And I'll be steady gettin' better with age till I'm dead in the grave

And givin' life to these old veneers into my

(Golden years)

And even after ninety when I'm old and weird

Growin' little beards from my moles and ears

I'm gonna do it how I done it for my whole career into my

(Golden years)

'Cause I'm an old motherfucker set in my ways

And now that everything's changed I'm lamentin' the days

Of hip hop culture when it entered a phase called

(The golden age)

Before Biggie and Pac and Jam Master Jay

All got themselves shot and all passed away

Rap ruled and new school ain't surpassed the days of

(The golden age)

[Instrumental Outro]