Golden Era Remix [DT3 Remix]

[Intro: Briggs]
Woo, put in work
Again and again
Check

[Verse 1: Briggs]
I been getting mine 'fore I signed my name upon the dotted line
I bodied anybody who bothered to wanna try
You're running on borrowed time, I'm gunnin', I'm on sight
Now, my record on your forehead, so I know what's on your mind
From the pessimist nemesis, hate everyone's guts
On our worst day, never get the better of us
Your whole squad Festivus, you worship the pole, it's gotta be told
You're thinkin' 'bout kickin' up dust or makin' a fuss?
Teeth, you be pickin' 'em up
Teeth, you be pickin' 'em up

[Verse 2: Trials]
We bring the riot police
Up into your quiet street (Hello!) I'm on the run
From getting done with all the porn that gets a warning from your ISP (What?)
I'm Donkey Kong in this octagon
My belly flop will leave a crater big enough to launch a rocket from
I made a home inside a giant's head (Hello)
Before I went to sleep, I hung an LCD inside a spider web
(I'm stupid) Gettin' on your nerves, puffin' herb
In a cinema dumber than low-cut shirts around silicone

[Verse 3: Vents]
Desperado
Sex, money, drugs, diablo
Hooked on the rush, still stuck on the Marlboro
Foot's on the clutch, get the fuck in the car, bro
Who could you trust when you stuck in the dark, though (No one!)
I trust no woman but the one who raised me
I follow no man but the one who made me
I got no plan but the one God gave me
'Cause most of my friends is dead or gone crazy

[Verse 4: Hons]
Gimme the keys to your city, I'ma drive it like I stole it
As long as the era stay golden, I'ma hold it
Forever, together, us is G.E
When push come to shove, we always Plus EV
So pump these beats every time he drop a product
If I'm behind the eight-ball, then I'ma sink-it corner pocket
Jaw-droppin' verses when the 'Oars rush and burst in
Worst in, best dressed, never said we perfect
(Never said we perfect, never said we perfect)

[Verse 5: Sesta]
Just penned a manifesto, it said that I'm the best, yo
Was in another language, so read it, but no comprendo (Huh?)
Flip the coin, friendo, you 'bout to meet your end, though
I'm feelin' pretty good, so shoot him down at the tempo
Get your pop songs, and you can pop off (See ya)
And make way for the next hollow pop god
Where I'm from is locked off to fakes and
Corny shameless frauds can't shake it off

[Verse 6: Suffa]
For the crew in the front, to the few in the back row, I
Spit off a golden gum like chewing tobacco, right
Who you know that go hard as the Hoods, brah? (Huh?)
Too many cooks with no heart or no chutzpah, uh
Who put the pound next door to the butcher?
You're so low you could drown in a foot spa
Try to find two that could even come close to the
Crew's like playing "Guess Who" with prosopagnosia

[Verse 7: K21]
Diggin' jewels like a grave robber to make a day-stopper
Fuck it up but run amok, everything I say is proper foul
Wait, stop me now raining on their sound
And make tall poppies turn all sloppy, kale chop 'em down (Hot damn!)
For every lacklustre wack fuck can't match us
Let 'em act tough and leave 'em looking silly like they didn't know the backups (Hahahaha)
Golden George Foreman gums, you see the ten-man band? Run
Team us up when Suffa slammin' drums, and it's an anthem (Holla)