Foreverは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2022年3月22日にSmokin’ Needles RecordsによりリリースされましたForever
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歌詞
[Intro]
Forever
Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree?
Remind me of mama cleaning, word up
Grown Folk Music, you know what it is
Uh (Forever)
Yeah
Nottz the Ruler (Forever, motherfuckers)
V. Rich
Rasta Roots
Shit is overdue
D. Dawg (Forever)
Donald Juice
Y'all know what it is
Riddim Kidz, Smokin' Needles (Forever, motherfuckers)
More hits than the Beatles
[Verse 1]
Not tryna express sorrow, be mournful acquainted
The name of the golden era though, yo, can I live? (Come on)
They say it got too much bounce to be melancholy (For real)
Listen, them DJs with the crates, spinnin' at the parties (Let's go)
From hole in the wall clubs to a neighborhood basement
Block parties in Queens
New now afro sheen (Uh-huh)
Fourteen ounce of Dax pomade
Jheri curl, braids
Waves, afros, Gumbys, high top fades (Come on)
Diadoras, Pumas, Nikes, the brand with three stripes
Or the Clarks, Spot-Bilts, British Walkers, and Nikes
Shortys lookin' fine (Woo)
In the flyest designs (Mm-mm-mm)
Spandex is Jordache
Starin' at Val Coop's ass (Stop looking)
Baby hair, lip gloss shinin'
Reason that I got into rhymin'
Plus didn't grow to shoot hoops as a pro
Needing that old thing back 'cause I'm missin' that energy
Requiem for that official, the way hip-hop is supposed to be
[Chorus]
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
[Verse 2]
Done came a long way with Sha', Jarobi and Tip
Couldn't tell us we weren't nice, we knew that we were the ish
'Til the first demo I sold got in the hand of some folks
They listenin', faces screwed, "Fuck is this shit? A joke?"
I'm thinkin', "Back to the drawing board, sirs"
Today, it seems like a blur
Never differed from being just who we were
Four brothers with a mic and a dream
Construction Timbs, loud dashiki pants, word, rather my 501 jeans
I felt like the garments that we chose were a stretch
A lot of it to the left
At photoshoots, I'm rocking Mitchell & Ness
Ali Shaheed barking on me, he vexed (Come on, son)
Do it again, and I'm making sure Chris Lighty takes it out of your check
First album makes noise overseas, finally makin' some G's
Paying our rents and now my granny is pleased
Up next, Low End Theory, who could relive that energy?
Requiem for that official, the way hip-hop is supposed to be
[Chorus]
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
[Verse 3]
Only rocked on four songs on that first LP
No verses written by me
Out to prove to all that I could MC
Lookin' to battle, what? Who want it with he?
Uniform and fatigues, foam mid, top tens like the D
Sharpen my pen, Shaheed, Fareed on the beats
Second opus complete
Check the rhyme, Cheryl's son 'bout to eat (Uh-huh)
September 24th, '91
Hey, world, here we come
Bassline to "Buggin' Out" soundin' dumb (Uh-huh)
Fast forward, November 9th, nine-trey
No time for play
Pickin' up where left off, straight maraudin' the streets
World abuzz from that "Award Tour"
With De La Soul, Alkaholiks, Souls of Mischief wildin' out on tour
No looking back, it was full steam ahead
Mainstream and street cred
Had no idea me and my boy would bump heads (Damn)
If I could do all over again
I'd sit down with my friend
Was zero reason why this shit had to end
[Chorus]
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
[Verse 4]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Cut that shit off, cut that shit off
Lack of communication killed my tribe
Bad vibes, hence the reason last two albums took a straight nose dive
Truth be told, fans kept us alive
Despite trials, tribe-ulations, no doubt, we were built to survive
Can't speak for everybody or where my dudes' heads are at
But I love you motherfuckers, true spit, all facts
Deep in my soul, I believe what will be shall be
Requiem for a Tribe, 'Ro, Sha', Kamal, and Malik
[Chorus]
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Written by: Dion Liverpool, Dominick J. Lamb, Malik Izaak Taylor, Vincent Richardson

