Golden Era - Bishop Nehru

I’m spitting heavily over heavenly melodies

This hell I see is jealousy from people who just relish me

They better be, changing they mind by the time I’m 17

I guarantee my line’s fine like they met with my weed

Ah, I’m taking L’s like the Bobcats

Ya’ll cats can’t compare to me, niggas all wack

More crack in my lyrics than in vents for store’s backs

Plus I paint my own pictures like a Rorschach

Momma’s lies about pops was for my own protection

Imperfection, was my only given direction

While you hoes was in class and hosting erections

I was using my mind as a lethal weapon

People taking pictures

Vivid images got me reminiscing

About the times I wasn’t killing shit

But now I’m real and shit

And if you mad, you gonna be really pissed

When I’m at hotels and I’m shouting out «How real is this?»

It’s the Golden Era, keep rhymes tight

Keep your dream on your mind, keep your dreams on your mind (Repeat x4)

I’m coming back with a vengeance

As darkness ascends, with my pen I repent it

Try and stop me, I roll you over and laugh

Cause disasters, now you acting like you William Shatner

My project is more cheques, not more sex

I adore texts, not messages but I’m on next

And if a nigga mad, I rip him with no remorse

Show my force, I’m a young Skywalker when I show reports

These fake niggas acting funny like I did it

No attention come when you’re close to the money

Stop acting, you ain’t catching on buddy

We wouldn’t be close friends if you was new to the country

If you was new to the country, we wouldn’t be friends if you was new to the

country (Repeat x2)