Annakin Slayd Golden Dayz Lyrics

Yo, I hydrate the thirst of the mass, first to last
Like grief stricken Superman, reversing the past
Go back in time way before I chose my profession
To a sunny day between ninety-four and ninety-seven
Before L-Boogie sang that Kurtis Blow sample
And every other biting producer followed example
Before they traded Gil Scott Herons for Ben Franklins
And Mase and Puff put on space suits and went dancing
'fore Tim produced more hits than Mickey Mantle
Before the Golden era crumbled to bits and shambles
I'd walk up to Jay tell him that he's the only hope
So get your mind off that yacht and start rocking the boat
I'd go back to specific moments when my faith hurt most
So I'd do my best to stop Nas from wearing fur coats
I know Cube had more Predators left in him
So I'll stop him from droppin' Westside Connection then
Tell Rah to keep tapping into the best of him
Get my fill when he was still Andre Benjamin
Yeah, I'd make Loud pay for all those Kung Fu skits
To make sure Rza keeps focus on that true Wu shit
If only they had helped the Clan divide up royalties
Maybe now they wouldn't have divided loyalties
Like the first time I heard T.R.O.Y., you see
Going back to the day'd bring such joy to me

What if I could go back, back to the day?
When every other talent wasn't wasting away
Maybe I'm just getting sentimental with age
But lo and behold there go those Golden Days
What if I could go back, back to the time?
When we used to pay attention to the words in the line
Try to put the pieces back to this American pie
And do my best to save the day the music died

If I could go back I'd try to keep these rappers honest
Try to convince Easy to slap on a condom
Tell Dre don't change a thing keep smokin' Chronic Then I'd bet a couple grand on Nuggets over Sonics
But I digress, lest I take away from the story
I'm like the Boss, Boss, take you back to the days of glory
We had the wings man but we forgot how to fly
Then we let go like Stevie after Hotter Than July
Cause since Puff blew up there's been No way out
Trend after trend and now we're all played out
Remember late night times with Arsenio
Way before the Mobb's poolside videos
Remember when R&B and Rap were two different things
When the shine of mics and jewels were different blings
Used to be you gotta think before you write the words
And it was city streets that made you not the white suburbs
Remember when these beats made you bob your head
And close your eyes try to hear to what Common Said
Oh what would I do if I could roll back years?
To when “Me Against the World” made me hold back tears
Try to tell Pun acceptance is the number one step
Tell Dirty Dawg you should really get some rest
Yeah, I'd stop Pac from getting on that plane to Vegas
But often the pain that kills us the pain that makes us

What if I could go back, back to the day?
When every other talent wasn't wasting away
Maybe I'm just getting sentimental with age
But lo and behold there go those Golden Days
What if I could go back, back to the time?
When we used to pay attention to the words in the line
Try to put the pieces back to this American pie
And do my best to save the day the music died

They used to play slow jams at the end of the night
Back when breaks to Chief Rocka put an end to the fight
They used to play slow jams at the end of the night
Back when breaks to Chief Rocka put an end to the fight

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