#Forever Video (MV)

When my flesh and bones become dust
I will live forever
Through my endeavors, my soul thrust
Through the speakers, severing
The banks of your memories
Melodies is heavenly
Who f*cking with Prhyme, Kel, and me?
Y'all ain't really on Alumni pedigree
Adolf, Tyson, Travolta, Madoff
I hate y'all, I'll gas y'all
Take your money, rip your ear and your face off
Van Gogh, artist, infirmary, my bars sick
So high I'm like a Martian
On fire, arson
Stop with all that nonsense
Detach your brain from your conscience
Like Jigga, Yeezy, and Nicki Minaj
And I am so f*cking monstrous
Whoo
And I ain't talking Rick Flair
Whoo
I can feel it in the air
Shark in the water, I can smell that fear
Suicide your career
You will die, tatted tears
K.O., Vladimir Klitschko
Shatter mirrors
Bad luck, seven years
Anybody wanna come and test my kin
A clique, I'll die for them
Since '04 they been closing doors
But like po-po we kicking 'em in
Shit, who you calling a prick, bitch?
If you really wanna get down to business
I could fill me up a hypo
With the shit that killed Michael
And show you what a prick is
I'ma be the biggest asshole that you've ever seen
The nightmare that you never dreamed
Until you feel your head severing
You better scream 'cause
My Freddy glove got machete fingers
On everything, cuz
I'm dumb enough to say that to an OG Blood
While I give him mean mugs
As I'm thuggin' in my skinny jeans
And my lime green Uggs
I'm a God damn monster on the mic
Following my hype
Already high, swallowing a Vic
What type of question is that
To ask to a psychopath?
Bitch, of course I wanna fight
Alumni falling in behind
Partners in crime
Why the f*ck you think they call me Prhyme?
Last name, Suspect
Time for the gut check, f*ckstick
You got something on your mind?
Try and cross our path
Guaranteed, you'll get f*cking smashed
Rest in pieces, cut in half
It's my team, f*ck a backpack
Cleaned in a bloodbath
The three best friends that anyone could have
And I'll put my money on my two brothers any day
No matter how f*cking many stray
Guess we're back down to three
Still don't sound incomplete
Shit, how many corners does an A have anyway?
Motherf*ckers done drew a line in the sand
I'm the type of man that'll die for his fam
It's called loyalty
Do you really wanna f*ck with three
Massive assholes with a mic in their hand?
Look, my top's off my shoulder
Meaning that I ain't sober
I'm an open gas line in a room full of chainsmokers
I'm blowing the f*ck up
Cocky, conceited with nose up
I'm back in the building
I know that you're feeling
Like open cadavers with no guts
I'm a mortician making cuts
Lay 'em down, roll 'em up
My body of work got it sewed up
My flow stupid, yellow bus
King shit, Los Angeles
Ain't never seen me on this trip
LSD, weed sticks
Poppin' needles, seamstress
God damn it, I'm fly
Or maybe I'm just high
Last time I killed a rapper
It made the cover of Vibe
My hand still on that work
I get it off on the first
I cook the crack and then wrap it up
And then put it back in my verse
This shit take loyalty
A clique is more than me
Try to hate on some sucker shit
And get stitched up, embroidery
I ain't said enough
No need to say no more
I brought a few niggas with me
And they all came for war
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
What you know about
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
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Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
What you know about
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
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Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
What you know about
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
What you know about
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
What you know about
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
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