What's Golden

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I work the pen to make the ink transform

On any particular surface the pen lands on

The camera stands on, what's the beef?

The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic

With Taylor made status and plus favored is automatic

We're not balling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

We're not balling, or shot calling

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holding onto what's golden

[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame

Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same

No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang

We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple

We pass participles, and smash the artist in you

The saga continues, this I won't get into

'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been

through

Yo...

We still the same with a little fame

A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed

We in the game but, yo not to be vain

I refrain from salt grains to season up my name

We entertain for a mutual game from close range

Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain

I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar

Work for mines pay me by the hour

Hip...Hop

Music [a bunch of times]

Yo...

Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster

The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor

I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked

Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces

The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through

Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value

Word power can plow through acres of cornfields

Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...