It’s the golden years
Happy birthday to Hip-hop turning fifty
It’s the golden years
The big fifty
It’s the golden years
It’s the big show
So let it go
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s go back in the days
I got stories untold
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s back in the days
Let the stories unfold
You were just a baby
Sitting in your mamma’s lap
Those great golden years you napped
No, they’ll never come back
Today you love Hip-hop
Yesterday, it was Trap
In 1983
Man, I was promoting rap
Back in the old school days
Used just one dee jay
Funk and soul music play
And a little bit of reggae
Only Two turntable
One MC on the mic
Impress somebody you see like
You’d have to move your body
Smiling faces, basement spaces
Shoes with no laces
Can you remember
All the places
It’s an old school oasis
Beats move the crowd
And the speakers playing loud
Kool and the Gang celebrating
We bounce, rock, roller skating
Soul music then funk
After disco came rap
That rap turned to Hip-hop
Then Hip-hop got trapped
We were dancing n the streets
Latinos, Puerto Ricans, Blacks
They’re the golden years of rap
Man, they’re never coming back
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s go back in the days
I got stories untold
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s back in the days
Let the stories unfold
Lets celebrate old school
And go way back
Kango hats, baseball caps
Fist fights, disco lights
Breakdancing, spraying, painting
Graphite on the trains
Wearing rope chains
Prince, Purple Rain
Watching Soul Train
Orange Juice Jones
Walking in the Rain
James Brown, Motown
Diana Ross, Chic, Isaac Hayes
Michael Jackson, moon walking
Fatback, backstroking
Learning beatboxing
B-boys, locking, popping
I see a shorty
I wanna dance with her
I do my b-boy stance for her
Teddy Pendergrass for her
Now I’m cutting grass for her
Say what
And I’m cutting class for her
Projects where we came from
The ghettos and the garrisons
If you go way back
had a little problem with crack
Streets fought, took it back
Break beats created rap
B-boys ready and willing
Fly girls willing and able
Back the old school days
We used just two turn tables
Ain’t nothing like the old school
Said the music wouldn’t last
Here’s your blast from the past
Professor teach the class
We shouted loud
That we’re Black
And proud
If you feel endowed
If You’re from that old school crowd
Say it loud
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
Let’s go back in the days
I got stories untold
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
I got music
In my soul
Back in the days
Let’s back in the days
Let the stories unfold
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s go back in the days
I got stories untold
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
I got music
In my soul
It’s the golden years
Let’s back in the days
Let the stories unfold
Yeah, precious memories you know
Lemme go way back
There ain’t nothing like
Those golden years you know
It’s the golden years
To the golden years
It’s the golden years
Hip-hop
It’s the golden years
The big fifty
The big five-O
It’s the big show
And you dun know