Golden Era
PRhyme feat. Joey Bada$$ Lyrics


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The golden era of recording took place in 1968 to 1973, is a time when a hard sound was raw and unrefined. This is where you could find the seeds of hip hop

Comes back around again
L. Boogie, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Iceberg, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Nasty Nas, is you with me?

At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'

Let's shine a light on this real shit, real shit
The Lord won't put too much on you than you can deal with
I learned early, why deal drugs when I can deal wit?
Plus I'm down to kill plus switch kills
Kill a friend of yours quick like flippin' the kill switch
Me being the illest, it was written, my lyrics are Illmatic though
Before the skateboarders controlled the genre your favorite rapper was still radical
We came from standstill to Chitlin' circuits to fanbuilt arenas
So flashin' rifles on your Instagram and throwin' bitches off the roof only work if you Dan Bilzerian
So me on this landscape is like using an ant hill for skiing
I'm like a young MarShon trapped in his dark prime

Roamin' the premises with a shopping cart blind
With carte blanches to chart climb
These rappers are soft, they take L's, embarrassing
Doing light-skin nigga shit so they pale in comparison

At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary

It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'

Let's shine a light on this real shit, real quick
I'm a true karma chameleon, I've been through the illest, the ill shit
I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say
Therefore he shouldn't make it if he never got punched in the face
Let's take it back to the basics
That'll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it

I'm from the Motor City, it was intended for me to work in factory places
I chose to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers
If everybody around you is the kind that'll take a mile if you give 'em an inch
The time it'll take for you to fall out with all of them niggas, that could mean acres
Plus the time it'll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers
Hope you can breathe way better in your "he can't breathe" shirts
Mention me or mine in your rhyme, it's gon' look like you around Mayweather in a "he can't read shirt"
Cause I'm more the riotin' type, nigga

At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'

And I'm something like a big deal
Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal
Throw up New York, York City feel
I'm too real and too gritty I feel
Ready to kill, ready to die
R.I.P to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy
Bring your honey to this beehive
We bustin', cousin, fuck a introduction, we live

My youngins want it, gunnin' for them hundreds
My niggas is headhuntin' and it's duck season for assumption
She took her top off, I started dumpin', she was ruthless
She licked the cocka for poppa like she was toothless
You got a different persona from what the truth is
Sucker nigga stuck on stupid, it's nothing new
All these hoes suckin' dick and they get so comfortable up under you
Fake players, and fake gangsters
Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes, it's San Andreas

I take your bitch and slay her
But I don't really like to boast, I know I'm just that dope
I'll take a toast, big l's is getting smoked, yo
To the illest coasters livin', the ghost in the motherfuckin' belly of the coast

At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'





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Overall Meaning

The song "Golden Era" by PRhyme featuring Joey Bada$$ is an ode to the golden era of hip hop recording, a time when the sound was raw and unrefined. In the first verse, the lyrics nod to influential artists of the past, including L. Boogie, Iceberg, and Nasty Nas while suggesting that this is another golden era of recording. The song positions itself as social commentary, calling out the softness and shallow behavior of some current rappers while harkening back to the time of true skill and ability.


The second verse speaks more specifically to the challenges of growing up in certain environments, encouraging artists to focus on the basics and stay true to their roots. Joey Bada$$ references his own experience growing up in the Motor City and choosing to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers, his way of escaping or coping with the daily turmoil around him. Throughout the song, the lyrics encourage artists to be true to themselves, to battle their demons, and to always return to the core of what makes good hip hop.


Line by Line Meaning

The golden era of recording took place in 1968 to 1973, is a time when a hard sound was raw and unrefined. This is where you could find the seeds of hip hop
This is a time when the quality of sound was rough and authentic, which gave birth to hip hop.


Comes back around again
History repeats itself.


L. Boogie, is you with me?
Lauren Hill, are you going to join me?


What goes around comes back around again
The consequences of your actions will eventually catch up to you.


Iceberg, is you with me?
Are you on board with me?


Nasty Nas, is you with me?
Nas, are you with me?


At this very moment
Right now, in the present.


You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
We are about to experience another era of authentic music.


Let's shine a light on this real shit, real shit
Let's bring attention to the truth.


The Lord won't put too much on you than you can deal with
God won't give you more than you can handle.


I learned early, why deal drugs when I can deal wit?
I realized early on that I can use my skills to make money instead of dealing drugs.


Plus I'm down to kill plus switch kills
I'm willing to do whatever it takes and switch up my methods.


Kill a friend of yours quick like flippin' the kill switch
I can take out your friend at the flip of a switch.


Me being the illest, it was written, my lyrics are Illmatic though
I am the best rapper and my lyrics are as legendary as Nas' Illmatic.


Before the skateboarders controlled the genre your favorite rapper was still radical
Before the commercialization of hip hop, the best rappers were still innovative and daring.


We came from standstill to Chitlin' circuits to fanbuilt arenas
We started from nothing and gradually built a fanbase to play in bigger venues.


So flashin' rifles on your Instagram and throwin' bitches off the roof only work if you Dan Bilzerian
You can only get away with showing off guns and acting tough on social media if you're as rich as Dan Bilzerian.


So me on this landscape is like using an ant hill for skiing
I'm out of place in this industry because I don't conform to its norms.


I'm like a young MarShon trapped in his dark prime
I'm like a young athlete at the peak of his abilities trying to make a name for himself.


Roamin' the premises with a shopping cart blind
I'm exploring new territory with no clear sense of direction.


With carte blanches to chart climb
I have the freedom to climb the charts as I please.


These rappers are soft, they take L's, embarrassing
Most rappers today are weak and take losses that are shameful.


Doing light-skin nigga shit so they pale in comparison
They try to act tough but end up looking weak compared to real gangsters.


Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
My lyrics are a commentary on society and can help make you money if you're in jail.


Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's acceptable to confront your inner struggles and weaknesses.


It's cool to battle no matter who you are
Fighting for what you believe in is commendable, no matter who you are.


It's music out here for everybody no matter who you is
Everyone can enjoy music, regardless of who they are.


We live in the golden era of recordin'
We are currently experiencing another golden era of authentic music.


I'm a true karma chameleon, I've been through the illest, the ill shit
My life has been full of ups and downs but I remain true to myself.


I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say
If you've never experienced hardship, you have no right to comment on it.


Therefore he shouldn't make it if he never got punched in the face
If you've never faced a struggle or obstacle, you don't deserve success.


Let's take it back to the basics
Let's get back to the fundamentals.


That'll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it
Going back to basics will prevent him from becoming too arrogant and getting humbled.


I'm from the Motor City, it was intended for me to work in factory places
My background and upbringing suggest that I was meant to work in a factory job.


I chose to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers
Instead, I chose a life of partying and drinking.


If everybody around you is the kind that'll take a mile if you give 'em an inch
If everyone in your life is greedy and takes advantage of you, things can turn bad quickly.


The time it'll take for you to fall out with all of them niggas, that could mean acres
If you continue to associate with people who are toxic, you may end up losing everything you own.


Plus the time it'll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers
It takes a while to recognize that some rappers are inauthentic and fake.


Hope you can breathe way better in your 'he can't breathe' shirts
I hope that you can realize the injustices in the world and strive to make them better.


Mention me or mine in your rhyme, it's gon' look like you around Mayweather in a 'he can't read shirt'
If you diss me or those I care about in your lyrics, you will end up looking foolish.


Cause I'm more the riotin' type, nigga
I'm more likely to cause a riot than let someone disrespect me or mine.


And I'm something like a big deal
I'm important and influential in this industry.


Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal
I need six million dollars for this deal and I bring unique talent and intelligence to the table.


Throw up New York, York City feel
I represent and show love for New York City in my music.


I'm too real and too gritty I feel
My music and personality exude authenticity and toughness.


Ready to kill, ready to die
I'm prepared for anything and willing to risk it all.


R.I.P to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy
I pay tribute to Notorious BIG and represent Brooklyn and Bed Stuy.


Bring your honey to this beehive
Come to my party and bring your girlfriend or date.


We bustin', cousin, fuck a introduction, we live
We're ready to have a good time and party hard from the get go.


My youngins want it, gunnin' for them hundreds
My younger associates are focused on making money and will do whatever it takes.


My niggas is headhuntin' and it's duck season for assumption
My associates are always on the hunt and will not tolerate any assumptions or mistakes.


She took her top off, I started dumpin', she was ruthless
She got naked and I started shooting my gun, she was wild and fearless.


She licked the cocka for poppa like she was toothless
She gave me oral sex like a pro and didn't even need her teeth.


You got a different persona from what the truth is
You appear to be someone you're not.


Sucker nigga stuck on stupid, it's nothing new
It's no surprise that some people are foolish and make bad decisions.


All these hoes suckin' dick and they get so comfortable up under you
These promiscuous women are too comfortable and clingy around men.


Fake players, and fake gangsters
There are many inauthentic and fake people pretending to be tough or cool.


Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes, it's San Andreas
These people are selling false dreams and illusions, like in the video game San Andreas.


I take your bitch and slay her
I am capable of wooing and seducing your girlfriend.


But I don't really like to boast, I know I'm just that dope
I'm not one to brag, but I do know that I'm incredibly talented.


I'll take a toast, big l's is getting smoked, yo
I'll raise a glass to the late Big L who passed away.


To the illest coasters livin', the ghost in the motherfuckin' belly of the coast
To all the coolest people living on the west coast, including myself and others who will always be remembered.


(Golden era) scratching
The sound of a DJ scratch, reminiscent of the golden era of hip hop.




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