Golden Touch Songtext
von Mega Trife

King Midas
H.I.S.D., what up?
M. TRIFE
It′s Golden


Yo, golden touch
Hit 'em with the cobra clutch
Ayo, what′s up?
You tryna get this dough or what?
You know I rock shows and such
And never froze up
Better get a verse now 'fore my price goes up
And I write dope cuts for the streets and the heads
The peeps and the feds and the freaks in the beds
And I'm three steps ahead of you, been that
You wanna start a revolution? Brother, I been black
It′s steady tryna bring hip-hop back
It ain′t never left though
The better ones adapt, the rest don't
Press go and step slow inside the center of commerce
The bomb burst lift you right up out of your Converse
And blow you from the bean to the city LeBron works
So sit back, pop a few Tic Tacs and chit-chat
With a few chicks that heard a thing or two
And so I gotta show the difference from a rumor and the truth

Uh, can′t go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Uh, can't go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Right, turn it up ′fore your city sho enuff
Yo, I hit 'em with the golden touch
Yo, what up?
Uh, can′t go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Uh, can't go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Right, turn it up 'fore your city sho enuff
Yo, I hit ′em with the golden touch


Uh, toast to the people for a second
Puttin′ needles on the record
We in need of all your effort, the MCs respect it
Peace to Ready C, Modesty, Slip Wax and Motion
Rain, Static, and Soul One, and so on and so on
The list goes on, the fifth so strong
Mistook a mixed chick for a bimbo blonde
I'm Mega Trife, I don′t sing no songs
Except for one later on in the album
And that shit's a problem
I will not be outdone, so fuck all your outcomes
It′s not Trife winning, you can pack up and bounce, son
Outrun the cops 'fore they hit you in the back
How they did Walt Scott, that′ll get you on a track
But never that
I'm only here to see where your head is at
And be a voice for the people lookin' for better raps
I get a track, have it cut, weigh it out, bag it up
And put it in the streets ′cause the fiends never have enough

Uh, can′t go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Uh, can't go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Right, turn it up ′fore your city showin' up
Yo, I hit ′em with the golden touch
Yo, what up?
Uh, can't go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Uh, can′t go back, I never left, what the fuck?
Right, turn it up 'fore your city showin' up
Yo, I hit ′em with the golden touch

Do you have any idea how many fuckin′ dudes try to talk to me?
And it's only you that sticks out
When I think of you, you′re never available
And then the one time I felt like you was really gonna come through pero
You didn't because I was like, "No
I can′t do it, I can't do it, I can′t do it"
Because my man is a truck driver and
But now I feel like I need to do it before I get married
I don't know, Gregory, there's somethin′ about you
There′s somethin' about you that I just cannot let go