Gensu Dean - Forever lyrics

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Gensu Dean - Forever lyrics

[Verse 1: Large Professor] First the temperature dropped, then the lights got dim Then the words of the legendary god Rakim That said "bitin' it'll make ya choke" was then hung by a rope As the legions began to grope For more ways to coin a phrase From those born and raised In them glory days that never foresaw change As an option just spent their spare time polishin' Portraits and making new ones to build the fortress Strong but deep in the eye of the storm Was the sponsors who made muhf**as sound bonkers Some would go that a way in direct response to The nonsense they thought was a threat of abolishment Some held steadfast looking dead a** sayin' No way in the world will wackness last Went down to the cathedral with the stained gla** Images of Bboys when the rain pa**ed Everybody came out surround by devastation Like indians on a reservation Began patiently cleaning up the done damage We back to life like a mummy that's unbandaged [Hook] Large Professor on the mic check 1-2 Get some Dean on the track What you gon' do Hold it down for real Hip-Hop always "Tell em P!" [Verse 2: Large Professor] Then things resumed like normal No more cornball b**h hormone Rappers on the mic son we back to life One said as the other one lie in the bed Unconscious still up in the zone of the sponsors You under the misconception of a whip and hex kid Betta snap outta that man holler back When you up and at ...em I'll be up the block wit xtra p cuz he breaks the f**in' atom Door slammed on the boar's head ham Ole boy didn't understand what was at hand Cause then blam right there dream turned nightmare All the superficial blew away like a cruise missile Dude we missed you but glad you still here They was sayin' when the sleep kid decided to appear Up the block at they man crib sh** was like a banquet Everybody greeting and eating and giving thanks kid [Hook] [Verse 3: Large Professor] At the fork in the road I took the right route Now it's lights out for all that bullsh** dudes be tryina write about Hip Hop is serious it come from the streets Can't f** wit the felons then run to the police In a nick of time I'll squash all them nickel and dime Jive a** guys fast wit a new rhyme From the treasure chest where every measure is yes My mind's the power line by special request Of the thorough tradition out working on the railroad Fly masterpiece rhyme in the earlobe Of a 20 from Friday to Monday I'm Andale Wit no latency or time delay Just be around the way chillin' wit the homeboys Or in my room writing like Donald Goines Stackin foreign coins and cashin' ...em in Like 3,2,1 count down kid we bout to win !! [Hook]