Intro: Golden Boy

Yeah, it's some old school shit, Specifics 02, buried and gone

Verse 1: Golden Boy

Yo, fuck waiting for the beat I'ma crack these streets open like jailbreaks sweet

The only flavor we can repeat

With no stable mates breathing my savory breeze

Fatally sneeze on the track, label it the greatest CD

Dining table with the diamond needle squeaking on my vinyl plate please

I'm trying to eat MC's in peace

Fry em em grease, you cook em live I'ma repeat

The hook and jive to the illness ThinkTwice conceived

Call it vibes, goodness, some kind of fuckin fly pudding

If rap was tonic I put the cap on and shook it

And douse dips, the house party kids I shout scripts

The child golden, chickens downloads with no mouse clicks

Hook: Golden Boy

If you choose to party like no tomorrow

It's due get live with gold body

Look alive

And move your sorry ass

I'm hooked on true dimes the glorious

Verse 2: Golden Boy

I floss raps, paper scraps, jaws and traps

Stiletto metal cross etched in my neck bone

Inverted words sketched on walls ghetto the kid

Holding melon is gold, several karats, we're old fellows

My flow is the medicine

Kept us in good health, whenever albums on the shelves are

Embarrassing or they're sedatives, I flex my mouth

Every syllable the black dot spilling it's ink

On heavy chemical tablets I scratch thoughts

You villains should think fast

Shotgun miller genuine draft, drop your mic, dash

I'm nice like broads drunk

God's sons false like bronze fronts and ice rhinestones

Y'all just run around in circles like time zones

Hook: Golden Boy

If you choose to party like no tomorrow

It's due get live with gold body

Look alive

And move your sorry ass

I'm hooked on your kind of glorious

Verse 3: Golden Boy

Laid back and chillin

Talk about the treats on the tv screen with my fellow James Bond villains

Swillin everything short of a pigsty by pink eyelashes, thin

We mixed dry gin and sip tastefully

Dips with grace, bullies and high school Scarface's get laced

Boogie and break, make sounds like wookie, get down with fly bookies

Trying to pay me back with cookie baggies

On the dance floor ducking like Danny sippin was lucky

Shuffle kicks, lazy gimps, fuckin crazy pimps

Handstand punches, that stun bystanders

And drunk chicks chewing up banana bunches

And slide bannisters the camera shy amateurs night

Shadowy crime fighter slash rhyme analyst

Damn, we step syncopated

Get a drink so fast my tip will hit the table after kids have drained it

Pose half toasted

Pull my half bow back and blow kiss prey frozen in the focus

Like ice cubes, busy meltin in they fizzy

Melon mixes or whiskey my flow is dizzy

Seldom spoken with shitty fellows or punks trying to crowd me

Only write rhymes when I'm drunk or when I'm drowsy

The crown, you only sound phony trying to pronounce

Your ownership of this in hip hop or your town

City, and block, I'm like the fist knocking down boxers

Claiming the shit they rub on my glove is to fog

Their vision of being the top kid rocking the mic

Like you was actually holdin a dick, not even beating off right

What the fuck

Hook: Golden Boy

If you choose to party like no tomorrow

It's due get live with gold body

Look alive

And move your sorry ass

I'm hooked on true dimes the glorious

If you choose to party like no tomorrow

It's due get live with gold body

Get my dick in a box

Move your sorry ass

I'm hooked on true dimes the glorious