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