Featuring: Eamon Atmosphere
Songwriter: Matt Penttila Alex Fitts Eamon Slug R.A. The Rugged Man
Producer: The KickDrums
[Chorus: Eamon]
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Yo; are these supposed to be poems?
I got poetry in my bones
I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones
Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she's new
She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to"
I don't know if I should be laughin' or stressin'
My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'"
We fight every day, there gotta be a better way
I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away
She said she hates boxing compared to MMA
She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre
She said I'm primitive, politics today are more progressive
She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses
While I'm cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP
She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie
I'm raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D
She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey
I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep
I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset
She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy"
I'm like, "Girl, I'm outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha!
[Chorus: Eamon & Guru]
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
[Verse 2: Slug of Atmosphere]
I laid down for a nap first
'N then I took the stage
My back hurt, my skin looked like suede
Used to get play in an earlier day
But that was way before my soul patch turned grey
Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang
And keep coming back like a boomerang
I need somethin' to reduce the pain
Repair my shoe game
And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang)
I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes
The vintage, no expiration date
Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case
Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste
Ehh, I'm awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare
And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air
But as long as you got me on my rockin' chair
I'm still droppin' science in these thoughts I share
[Chorus: Eamon & Guru]
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
They say I'm old-fashioned
I say I'm grown and knowledgeable
I'm hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin' in the hospital
Rockin' the gospel like the son of God's apostles
Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils
Some say I'm a troll and a grumpy old a-hole
'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole
Age ain't a white-rappin' death sentence
When I'm sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows
Wearin' 80s African pendants
Spazzin' out like epileptics
In the mirror, doin' the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records
Callin' groupies skeezers, never romantic
Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin' my old man dick, so
Don't discredit or disrespect the age
I'll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and
Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm
Did you understand that lyric?
You're too young, of course you didn't
C'mon!
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Yo; are these supposed to be poems?
I got poetry in my bones
I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones
Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she's new
She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to"
I don't know if I should be laughin' or stressin'
My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'"
We fight every day, there gotta be a better way
I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away
She said she hates boxing compared to MMA
She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre
She said I'm primitive, politics today are more progressive
She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses
While I'm cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP
She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie
I'm raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D
She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey
I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep
I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset
She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy"
I'm like, "Girl, I'm outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha!
[Chorus: Eamon & Guru]
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
[Verse 2: Slug of Atmosphere]
I laid down for a nap first
'N then I took the stage
My back hurt, my skin looked like suede
Used to get play in an earlier day
But that was way before my soul patch turned grey
Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang
And keep coming back like a boomerang
I need somethin' to reduce the pain
Repair my shoe game
And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang)
I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes
The vintage, no expiration date
Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case
Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste
Ehh, I'm awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare
And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air
But as long as you got me on my rockin' chair
I'm still droppin' science in these thoughts I share
[Chorus: Eamon & Guru]
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
They say I'm old-fashioned
I say I'm grown and knowledgeable
I'm hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin' in the hospital
Rockin' the gospel like the son of God's apostles
Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils
Some say I'm a troll and a grumpy old a-hole
'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole
Age ain't a white-rappin' death sentence
When I'm sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows
Wearin' 80s African pendants
Spazzin' out like epileptics
In the mirror, doin' the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records
Callin' groupies skeezers, never romantic
Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin' my old man dick, so
Don't discredit or disrespect the age
I'll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and
Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm
Did you understand that lyric?
You're too young, of course you didn't
C'mon!
All My Heroes Are Dead
- Legendary Loser
- Living Through A Screen (Everything Is A Lie)
- Contra-Dictionary
- The Slayers Club
- Life Of The Party
- The Big Snatch
- John John Skit
- Who Do We Trust?
- Malice Of Mammon
- Sean riP (Interlude)
- Hate Speech
- E.K.N.Y. (Ed Koch New York)
- Wondering (How To Believe)
- All My Heroes Are Dead (The Introduction)
- Golden Oldies
- Dragon Fire
- All Systems Go
- Cancelled Skit
- Angelic Boy
- Gotta Be Dope
- First Born
- The After Life
- All My Heroes Are Dead (2020)
- Definition of a Rap Flow
- Holla-Loo-Yuh
- Learn Truth
- The Dangerous Three
- Shoot Me In The Head
- The People’s Champ
- Legends Never Die (Daddy’s Halo)
- Luv to Fuk
- Still Get Through The Day
- Sam Peckinpah
- Media Midgets
- Bang Boogie
- Gotta Be Dope
- Cunt Renaissance
- Tom Thum
- Lessons
- Make You Famous
- Chains
- Look What You Made Me Do
- It’s Gone
- Underground Hitz
- Legendary Loser
- Who Do We Trust?
- Dragon Fire