R (Letter) - Forever lyrics

[Verse 1] Didn't have to wear a tuxedo to touch people Never moved rock, wasn't trying to see Judge Ito If it don't fit you musta quit it But if I do fit you musta did it, I wasn't wit it Focused on my love for hip hop, wouldn't flip flop to Get props, just try to keep it fresh like a Ziploc Similar to the games of yesterday I blow the dust away they still fresh today Reminisce to the first day I set it up Way past bedtime, wouldn't stop playing till I leveled up Fingers blistered suffering from fat-i-gue Then teachers wonder why I had a bad attitude Head of the cla** like Hessman in '86 Regrettably pa**ed the freshmen that gave me fits But they all come back, glad that I taught em I support em, even though they tend to fall like autumn Back in the 80's when it begun Recall, in DC, rocking a T, "Run Jesse Run" Galactus tactics, require strait jackets To skip the viruses, installed the patches We took the scenic route to find the fundamentals Ink is my drink too, so this ain't coincidental K-Murdock made the Call to Mega Ran We veterans, goin strong til Forever, man [Chorus] Might not be real, who knows what's real But they will never know, what keeps us together I know we're young, I know we're young But if we've come this far We'll be here forever [Verse 2] Pause-- Oh yeah - let me continue The game don't stop another day another venue If they made a game of all the stuff I been through That jawn would be rated m, I say again First they'd drop you in the middle of the hood With no communication sk**s so you couldn't be understood Only 1 life and no save slots Your enemies and party members would live on the same block And ya HP and MP is dang near empty and you can't max out No battery backup, so if you back out Gotta start it all over again fresh, you'd probably be impressed How I managed to cheat d**h, and make it out the hood with no regrets And I gotta thank that little grey box with the red light Dead right in front of you I spent every night [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm from where adolescents peddle coke in their coat Tote hammers, quick to let the metal smoke So pay attention in the presence of professionals See I'm just speaking my mind, I gotta let you know We gotta separate the real from the artificial The chrome 9 double m's from the starter pistols American gamer, never will change up We're level 99, try stepping your game up No matter what, we refuse to stop Even if the dough's slow, like it's screwed and chopped I gotta keep it real, most of these dude's ain't hot I only stand up and clap when your music stops Trying to rule the block? We're after the globe I should host a video called "when rappers explode" 'cause I ain't here for the platinum and gold Take life by the horns, we just grab the control, yeah! [Chorus and ad libs]