Pure Gold - Calyx

Slappers, kick push, boogie board

Punch drunk, punch kick, super hard

Bruce Lee, Spike Lee, broken nose

Pop’s home, pop’s gone, broken home

Live Aid, A-Team, fly like Mike

Recess, schoolbooks, dynamite

Backpack, headphones, BDP

Ice Cube, Fresh Prince, MTV

It was mixtapes, spray cans, subway trains

It was black books, sparklers and halls of fame

It was shell toe Adidas with super fat laces

And the girls with the knee socks rocking the braces, yo

It was basketball and smoking pot

And pushing down the pedal till the motor’s hot

Rum and coke a lot, Karmacoma style

When push came to shove, it was love, listen

It was getting tattoos, smoking cigarettes

It was Zig Zag papers, time to build a spliff

It was getting digits, kinda hit and miss

It was happiness, lies and kids, come on

It was making out for hours, sharing a shower

It was sleepover parties, it was midnight hours

Getting into fights, dodging the cops

We was rocking the club on the drop

You can change the fashion, you can change the style

But you can’t change the way that I feel about time

Cause time went gold in '89

And kept it live through '95

It was cross color gear and hopscotch

Fat booming cassettes when the box rocks

It was gazing the lights from the rooftop

And then grinding the slides in the boondocks

It was big-checkered shirts over long sleeves

It was trips to the 'Dam for the strong weed

We were so free and wild, it was gnarly, yo

It was party, bullshit, back to party

It was two-wheel and three-wheel and four-wheel drive

It was hip-hop and jungle and reggae live

Peace, love, unity, respect vibes

It was ladybug, humbug and butterfly

It was Def Jam jokes and delirious

All them old folks complain and fearing us

Cause our magic was strong and mysterious

We got serious on the drop