Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
The first to put his words to work and throw a spanner in the grammar/
God judge me, I live life under the hammer/
Hit the nail on the head with a can of wisdom/
Spraying mannerisms, the Mad Hatter hit ‘em with a riddle/
That’ll tickle rhythms and castanets/
Cast a net, catch rapper with baited breath/
You missed my second coming, catch my second death/
Sporadic saviour, miraculous behaviour/
With spectacular vernacular to put rappers in danger/
Don’t talk to strangers, I’m Bristol’s sinister/
Pieminister, with middle fingers in each filling that mimics ya/
Upright, lyrics make listeners touch cloth/
Killing kiddie fiddlers outside of my school of thought/
I hear the pitter patter of weak bladders and get mad/
I hold back my heavy flow like a maxi pad/
Now I can’t stop running, I’m a chocolate star/
Lapping old school rapper with my Marathon bars/
CHORUS
Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
VERSE 2
Ready to rock/
Jaws with a force that turn floors to porcelain/
When they drop, blocks are scattered like Lego born again/
Menopause women bawl at my flow storming in/
To the booth with truth like test tubes in an orphanage/
Award Tour, of Tribal proportions/
Quests that question Mohammad like the Mormons/
Polygamous raps, I took half and divorced them/
Took form as Benjamin Franklin abortion/
Electro Boy! Poised to strike mics like thunder/
With flow so cold I piss snow in the Tundra/
Devil boy wonder, crowds cast asunder/
With suicide pacts that paint walls by numbers/
Grey matter patterns give you a tail to tuck/
Nothing chills you like a curse word and I’m cool as fuck/
Cider and black rat pack raps from the barrel/
Run through you like Ascot tread on your bone marrow/
CHORUS
Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
Introducing, the ear seducing rhyme professor/
Cipher scholar hollering illusions at my leisure/
Devils imagery conjured vividly through rap wizardry/
Words visit like an epiphany and cause villainy/
Simply spitting sympathy syllables at symphonies/
That make musical masterpieces that mirror my tyranny/
Symmetrical flow error, I piss fire and reign terror/
And leave heat for people still Under The Weather/
Pull yourself together through the use of nooses/
The useless abuse this and hang their heads in excuses/
While I hunger for mic wonder, thirst for first place/
Second guessing at three paces with the force of four aces/
Back to basics, the joker at the top of your pack/
Blessing this rap profession with the magic that’s black/
A tragical fact, cause mass damage in rap habitats/
Ruin your act when magicians pull me out of their hats/
credits
from The Long Ting EP,
released July 31, 2015
Jonny Steele, Jack Dennis, Stevie Mac, Dave Preece, Charlotte Coupland, Nikki Quinnen
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023