Tonalità: D# minor
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
F
We are dying, we are dying
Eb
Gm
Are we gonna die? Are we gon
F
Eb
Gm
F
Eb
na die?
Gm
We are dying
Verse 2
Eb
Light a blunt, throw on Nas,
Gm
collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out
as I contemplate in the dark
Eb
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin'
Time magazine
Gm
Tryna burn a hole between
Israel and Palestine
Eb
All this world news,
Gm
all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
Eb
As I'm murderin' ink,
I get a call from Irv Gotti
Gm
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do
Eb
it's like a 12- gauge shotty
Got machetes and them
cannons loaded up
Gm
Got them Xany's and that
F
Gm
F
lean in my cup
Eb
These politician's can come up missin',
I'm on a mission
Gm
You hear them gun shots,
now mother fuckers listenin'
Eb
Feel that you can take their life cause they
Gm
ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian,
F
Gm
kill you for these kids as victims
Eb
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you
Gm
sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga
Compton comin'
Eb
Purge
Verse 3
Gm
We are dying, we are dying
Eb
Gm
(Sometimes I wan na purge)
We are dying
Eb
Gm
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying,
Eb
some times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
Gm
We're living on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 4
Eb
What if we ran through Beverley Hills,
got 70 kills
Gm
Ridin' down Rodeo in the
F
Gm
Chevy with pills
Eb
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the eagle
Gm
And shot one,
Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
Eb
I got one, beam on the back of his dome
Gm
Palm sweaty on the back
of the chrome
Eb
That's my adrenaline
So we purge Sandusky,
Gm
purge Zi mmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
Eb
Purge niggas killin' kids,
back to back in two vans
Gm
Me and my mercenaries,
middle of South Sudan
Eb
Carryin' babies bodies,
long as I got two hands
Gm
Long as I got two feet,
millions and my crew deep
Eb
We purge for the families, they death,
sane and vein now
Gm
F
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot
Gm
Eb
that plane down
298 innocent lives severed
Gm
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings
all the way to heaven
Eb
And so we Purge
Verse 5
Gm
We are dying,
F
Gm
we are dying
Eb
Gm
(Sometimes I wan na purge)
Eb
We are dy ing
Gm
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying,
Eb
some times I gotta purge
Gm
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
Eb
(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 6
Eb
Imagine going to the stores
Gm
without cops harrasing
F
Imagine Mike Brown walkin',
Gm
them same cops just passed 'em
Eb
I'm smokin' hash,
Gm
and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
F
I hope his mama tears is like acid
Eb
to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Gm
F
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom,
Gm
Eb
swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson
Gm
Eb
with this German luger
Gm
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson
Eb
Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube,
I'm a cop killer
Gm
Murder all the cops,
Eb
then the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin',
Gm
wish my nigga Pac was livin'
F
But he fell victim to the Rampart Division,
Eb
purge
Gm
Cops killed Biggie, cops
beat up Rodney King
F
Gm
Eb
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Gm
Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops
Eb
in the same spot till the case closed, purge
Verse 7
Gm
F
Gm
We are dying, we are dying
Eb
Gm
(Sometimes I wanna
F
Gm
purge)
Eb
We are dy ing
Gm
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
F
Gm
We are dying, some times
Eb
Gm
I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
Eb
(Sometimes I wanna)
Verse 8
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
F
Eb
Gm
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,
F
Eb
shit crazy.
Gm
F
Eb
I'll never understand.
Gm
F
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
F
Eb
Gm
F
Gm
Eb
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
Gm
got the answer to. So PURGE!
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