L-Fudge - Forever lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Rictor] You have now entered the realms of Rictor boy, Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban Complex, Kimani of the Masterminds And L-Fudge, a.k.a. El [?] [?]'s in the mutha-(scratch) house [?] [Verse 1: Kimani] You kicking it with divine minds Define rhymes divide time and space Mix New York with the ATL ba** I've been hard to trace (but now I) Leave evidence of existence K [?] rocks with persistence Assistance is that your neck snaps Fresh raps, veterans and wet backs Agree that we fresh like Wet Naps We set traps Then set stacks and lesser rhyme books on fire Mastermind drop til we retire To a higher plane Leaving the name engraved up in your hall of fame Kid been riding the train With the same walkman since '93, see I be Holding it down for NYC, lively The upper west residence, superior intelligent Fresh like your breath after peppermint Heaven sent these MC's to ease the pain To all of y'all feeling like rappers just the same in the game [Verse 2: L-Fudge] I mastered arts ripping heads apart, literally Strip you of your necessities and luxuries I really could be As much [?] and separated you From everyone that you're related to and the ones who produced you duke Long gone, erased all evidence Of even once thinking that you was a Don Juan Far from where you once used to stand at And taken off the high pedestal where they once used to rest your raps at Promotions is what determines your fate And you know what's ill what's promoted [?] has kids learning to hate Not sure of the science behind this Enables them to sneak up and surprise us Put barcodes in us have them scan [?] us At any given time, and still not influence your sh** It's for everybody, at any one given rhyme Keep a set frame of mind in these times Or remain ignorant wait for the sun to surface and be shined [Hook x2] It goes hip, hop, hip-hop forever Hip, hop, hip-hop forever Say hip, hop, hip-hop forever Say hip, hop, hip-hop forever [Verse 3: Mr. Rictor] What if I took L's concept and combined it with southern dialect Would it be too complex for minds to master? Ten years after, kids like "damn he flipped names," 2009 they still lame Confused, scatterbrained Rappers talking nonsensical syntax Maybe slice open their back and snip wires Replace blood with gasoline and set fire Bugged out, tip of my tongue get slugged out Projectile thrower, more rhymes excel slower Proceeding by a [?], you gotta be [?] [Verse 4: Mr. Complex] I pull over police when I'm in hot pursuit of my dreams License and registration, representation come from Queens I grab the mic [?], it's only right The only right to remain silent Still got a violent brain but I restrain from crime Cuz every rhyme is closer I'm too nice to murder, and vice versa I [?] sing-alongs [?] You can think of the worst thing to say, but what's worse is that You're the exact definition of the word "wack" You busting mad shots, here's your bullets back Ay yo [?] It's hard for me to contain the vomit rising in my throat [Verse 5: Celph Titled] We interrupt this scheduled broadcast to bring you the latest from... Celph Titled live and direct, the Floridian architect 813 residency got you on the safety precaution tip Placing grenades in backpacks, making sure the pins get lost quick MCs is simple minded blindly writing rhymes in crayon (yo yo!) You wanna talk to that kid I battled? Aight, let's have a seance Rip your favorite idol to shreds like chemotherapy dread heads You got a lot at stake, I'll spare ribs and break legs instead Spitting grammar so any person, place, or thing gets sprayed with gamma ray Energy unrefusable got me rocking shows at funerals I'm steaming out the nostrils leading my headphone apostles Believe me when you see these 5 MCs rip mics colossal El Tremendo Cubano gleaming in the moonlight One half of Equilibrium, one love to all my aolytes [Hook x2]