(First verse)
Pittsburgh we gotta mend this
our hip hop scene’s too fragmented
we need balance it be unstable
everybody cliqued up like lunch tables
the talent here is undeniable
we need unity for our scene to be viable
Without the shadow lounge, we scattered around
Refugees desperately need a place to get down
proprietors seekin the next buyers
we the fighters tryna put out gentrifiers
And burgh artists gettin burned out
people turned up but u cant get em to turnout
That’s why we made the Track Meet cypher
For the b-boys, MCs, graffiti writers
DJs & all artists alike
We in the same game let’s take it to new heights

(Hook)
We live this hip, hop, we’re never foldin
no reason this era can’t be golden
stay movin, we’re never holdin
new era but it’s still golden
even if we ain't the ones who be controllin
the radio, we still make it golden
it’s up to us to come together start moldin
and when u make it, make sure that it’s golden

(Second verse)
We love to reminisce
about the old school but we can’t forget this
uh, the love still exists
if we livin in the past then the present gets missed
Some people gotta learn to let it live
everything don’t gotta be competitive
and even if you can’t always afford to
gotta support others if you expect them to support you
and I show support to many local acts
but I’m tired of seein cats spittin over vocal tracks
No respect when you perform
how we let that shit accepted as the norm?
gotta counteract with the true essence
teach em how and why this culture’s a blessing
What I’m vending, is mind-bending
this is the start of the transcending

(Hook)
We live this hip, hop, we’re never foldin
no reason this era can’t be golden
stay movin, we’re never holdin
new era but it’s still golden
even if we ain't the ones who be controllin
the radio, we still make it golden
It’s up to us to come together start moldin
and when you make it, make sure that it’s golden

(Third verse)
Write like king midas, a school of old
is where I’m from take it back when the standard was gold
Vinyl’s the compound that made these rhymes bust
Naedon hooked me up with the time dust
Just tryna speak wisdom, it’s not elitism
there’s just a few things that I’d like to see different
The scene’s consistent enough, I’m callin bluffs
pay to play… they runnin amok
while im rakin it, Pittsburgh keep makin it
Don’t sleep cuz we bout to awaken it
It ain’t radical, shows should be theatrical
I’ve seen some that need to take a sabbatical
This scene can be a let down man
Thank god we got a crew like the Get Down Gang!
and I ain’t tryna discourage
just want you to evolve so you’ll finally flourish

(Hook)
We live this hip, hop, we’re never foldin
no reason this era can’t be golden
stay movin, we’re never holdin
new era but it’s still golden
even if we ain't the ones who be controllin
the radio, we still make it golden
it’s up to us to come together start moldin
and when you make it, make sure that it’s golden