PRhyme – Era (feat. Dave East)

(Microphone check 1-2)
Pedal bike sales, baggin’, pumpin’, just tryna stretch it (stretch!)
My state is digital
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
To send you in witness protection
What you say is the truth then I salute ya, De-La-Soul
Daily messaged through the text, vexed, totin’ extra (tote!)
Uh, my predecessors never heavy lectured (never!)
From the same dangers in life that my people stay subjected
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
(Microphone check 1-2)
Catch a body in Harlem, lay low out in the Poconos
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
BAPE shop in Japan, had a dream J Dilla called me (uh!)
Exit with this throne
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
Run up bare-faced broad day, the fuck ima wrestle for

You supposed to be the future of the world
My people stay corrected, white people stay protected
You supposed to be the future of the world
In Tokyo, reminiscin’ on my cousin that overdosed
The USA got a race obsession, hatred
[Outro: Royce Da 5’9]
Fuck you your national anthem, that shit don’t concern me
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Old school or new
(Microphone check 1-2)
You supposed to be the future of the world

Uh I drag individuals, bragging on residuals
The extra extensive extent we’ve gone

My fireplace is the igloo (oh)
I treat my Porsche like Oprah
(Microphone check 1-2)
PRhyme
(Microphone check 1-2)
Snipe your bitch, no Wesley, double cup full of Texas (po’ up!)
Or I can get you niggas x
Watching Scarface wanted to be Alejandro Sosa tho
[Intro: The Bizzie Boys & Ab-Soul]
Outkasts of my generation, I ain’t never fit in (never!)
I take offense to disrespect over who lyrical
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
Polar bear stretched out in my livin’ room, he from Alaska (uh!)
Old school or new
I hope you know that’s why I race my possessions
You supposed to be the future of the world
Cause it’s your country I’m smoking Monte Crystal
Bitch we not the same thing, me I come from a different world
I’m the leader
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
Divide jiggables, while the flag is indivisible
Now I’m blowin’ sour in clubs, I could never get in (light up!)
Back room, project buildin’ with eight niggas talkin’
Triple threat, every move I’m makin’, all pivotal (every move!)
Discussing bitcoin and cryptocurrency

I flip you out yo’ frame like the Wayne Wayne then hit ya girl
Or I can get you niggas XXXTentacion
I pop the Ruger and pop the new some
(Microphone check 1-2)
I’m the leader of this game
How these rappers the hottest, how you rappers the coldest
I paid attention to the Fugees and I killed ’em softly
I can hit you niggas ex
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
All white, feelin’ Godly, I’m cloud-steppin’, don’t bother (uh!)
Far from Biblical, I want threesomes, I need a chick or two
And my Wraith like Stetman (ah)
Raspy but I’m classy, knockin’ André and Big Boi (yeah!)
Seen a fiend so high, thought he had caught the Holy Ghost (ah!)

No more masters, had me spittin’ with the Kiss voice (a-ha!)
How can you do this when you’re spankin’ brand new to this?
Leave your ass on heavens staircase touched at the chapel door
That’s probably why white people stay connected