Era

[Intro: The Bizzie Boyz (sampled) & Ab-Soul (sampled)]

How can you do this when you're spankin' brand new to this?

I'm the leader—

I'm the leader of this game—

—old school or new

—old school or new

[Verse 1: Dave East]

Uh, my predecessors never heavy lectured (never!)

Daily messaged through the text, vexed, totin' extra (tote!)

Pedal bike sales, baggin', pumpin', just tryna stretch it (stretch!)

Snipe your ******, no Wesley, double cup full of Texas (po' up!)

Back room, project buildin' with eight ******s talkin'

BAPE shop in Japan, had a dream J Dilla called me (uh!)

I paid attention to the Fugees and I killed 'em softly

All white, feelin' Godly, I'm cloud-steppin', don't bother (uh!)

I take offense to disrespect over who lyrical

Triple threat, every move I'm makin', all pivotal (every move!)

Far from Biblical, I want threesomes, I need a chick or two

Polar bear stretched out in my livin' room, he from Alaska (uh!)

No more masters, had me spittin' with the Kiss voice (a-ha!)

Raspy but I'm classy, knockin' André and Big Boi (yeah!)

OutKasts of my generation, I ain't never fit in (never!)

Now I'm blowin' sour in clubs I could never get in (light up!)

In Tokyo, reminiscin' on my cousin that overdosed

Seen a fiend so high, thought he had caught the Holy Ghost (ah!)

Catch a body in Harlem, lay low out in the Poconos (yeah!)

Watchin' Scarface, wanted to be Alejandro Sosa though (baow!)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Evidence (sampled)]

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong ******' era

Microphone check: one, two

Like I'm a hostage 'cause I'm in the wrong God damn era

Microphone check: one, two

You supposed to be the future of the world

You supposed to be the future of the world

Microphone check: one, two

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

Uh, I drag individuals, braggin' on residuals

Divide jiggaboos while they flag is indivisible

My state is digital, how these rappers the hottest?

How you rappers the coldest? My fireplace is the igloo

Ooh, what you say is the truth then I salute ya

De La Soul, I pop the Ruger and Posdnuos 'em

The extra extensive extent we've gone

To send you in witness protection, exit with this throne

I can hit you ******s ex or I can get you ******s X

Or I can get you ******s X-X-TENCIóN, uh

******, we not the same thing, me? I come from a different world

I flip you out yo frame like Dwayne Wayne then hit ya girl

Run up bare-faced broad day, the ****** I'ma wrestle for?

Leave your ass on Heaven's staircase, touched at the chapel door

****** you, your national anthem, that ******t don't concern me

'Cause it's your country, I'm smokin' Monte Cristo

Discussin' Bitcoin and cryptocurrencies

That's probably why white people stay connected

My people stay corrected, white people stay protected

From the same dangers in life that my people stay subjected

The USA got a race obsession, hatred

I hope you know that's why I race my possessions

I treat my Porsche like Oprah and my Wraith like Stedman

Arrrrrrr!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Evidence (sampled)]

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong ******' era

Microphone check: one, two

Like I'm a hostage 'cause I'm in the wrong God-damn era

Microphone check: one, two

You supposed to be the future of the world

You supposed to be the future of the world

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]

PRhyme!