Tonalità: D# minor
Verse 1
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We are dying, we are dying
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Are we gonna die? Are we gon
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na die?
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We are dying
Verse 2
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Light a blunt, throw on Nas,
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collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out
as I contemplate in the dark
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Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin'
Time magazine
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Tryna burn a hole between
Israel and Palestine
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All this world news,
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all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
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As I'm murderin' ink,
I get a call from Irv Gotti
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Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do
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it's like a 12- gauge shotty
Got machetes and them
cannons loaded up
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Got them Xany's and that
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lean in my cup
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These politician's can come up missin',
I'm on a mission
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You hear them gun shots,
now mother fuckers listenin'
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Feel that you can take their life cause they
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ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian,
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kill you for these kids as victims
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Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you
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sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga
Compton comin'
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Purge
Verse 3
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We are dying, we are dying
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(Sometimes I wan na purge)
We are dying
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(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying,
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some times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
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We're living on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 4
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What if we ran through Beverley Hills,
got 70 kills
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Ridin' down Rodeo in the
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Chevy with pills
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And pop one, load 12 slugs in the eagle
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And shot one,
Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
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I got one, beam on the back of his dome
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Palm sweaty on the back
of the chrome
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That's my adrenaline
So we purge Sandusky,
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purge Zi mmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
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Purge niggas killin' kids,
back to back in two vans
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Me and my mercenaries,
middle of South Sudan
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Carryin' babies bodies,
long as I got two hands
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Long as I got two feet,
millions and my crew deep
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We purge for the families, they death,
sane and vein now
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Crash my ass, niggas know who shot
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that plane down
298 innocent lives severed
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Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings
all the way to heaven
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And so we Purge
Verse 5
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We are dying,
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we are dying
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(Sometimes I wan na purge)
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We are dy ing
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(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying,
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some times I gotta purge
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(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
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(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 6
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Imagine going to the stores
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without cops harrasing
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Imagine Mike Brown walkin',
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them same cops just passed 'em
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I'm smokin' hash,
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and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
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I hope his mama tears is like acid
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to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
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Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom,
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swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson
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with this German luger
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Cause I'm probably more like Nelson
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Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube,
I'm a cop killer
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Murder all the cops,
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then the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin',
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wish my nigga Pac was livin'
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But he fell victim to the Rampart Division,
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purge
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Cops killed Biggie, cops
beat up Rodney King
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We tore up the city nigga, purge
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Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops
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in the same spot till the case closed, purge
Verse 7
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We are dying, we are dying
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(Sometimes I wanna
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purge)
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We are dy ing
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(Sometimes I wanna purge)
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We are dying, some times
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I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
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(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 8
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This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life,
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shit crazy.
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I'll never understand.
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Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a question nobody
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got the answer to. So PURGE!
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