Phife Dawg - Forever lyrics

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)
Y'all know what it is
Riddim Kidz, Smokin' Needles
(Forever, motherfuckers)
More hit's than the Beatles

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
From hole in the wall clubs
To a neighborhood basement
Block parties in Queens
Fourteen ounce
Of Dax pomade
Jheri curl, braids
Waves, afros, Gumbys, high top fades
Diadoras, Pumas, Nikes, t
He brand with three stripes
Or the Clarks, Spot-Bilts
British Walkers, and Nikes
Shortys lookin' fine (Woo)
In the flyest designs
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

Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers

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

Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever? Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers

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 creed
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

Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers

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

Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers
Forever
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, ever?
Forever? Forever, ever?
Forever, motherfuckers