Phonte - Pure lyrics

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Phonte - Pure lyrics

"Everybody gather round and listen to my song. I've only got one. I've only got one." P.U.R.E. [x4] [Verse One] [L.E.G.A.C.Y.] A night n***a A holi-f**in'-day You might figure I'm Off like bug spray sh**, I might be The rich I might see The poor I might feel The pure I might spill More respect n***a It's the boss hog To my four legged n***as This is for my dogs Bark off trees Heart dark as the sea The black one I'm half moon half sun J.T. Tripper Went from minor to a major figure If I go There'll be a lot of sad kids Sicker with flows Had to stop doin' ad-libs I got too good Doin' this in one take I got too good Doin' sh** with one face Never two I'm so far ahead of you You actin' up I'll smack you, no waitin' Just keep actin' up till I get off probation [Hook] [L.E.G.A.C.Y.] [x2] The pure Uncut raw The sewer You want what ours See, you, aren't, me P.U.R.E [Verse Two] Never believed in myself Guess I was insecure Used to speak to myself Now I'm bent of bein' pure Pure as the driven snow Pure with the writtin' woe Gotta watch that Cork, gotta pop back Reiterate Draw pictures, re-illustrate New paintings Face facts you ain't him Invisible Man, these are the Memoirs I'm lyrical man, the pigeons I send y'all A bird of prey, deep with every word I say Pure as a virgin girl, cure for a better world But it's sick that Mother Earth would of wrist slashed End it all Suicide, it's the sewer side No friends at all Who am I? Who am I? The only rock star, writin' off you ingrates I got bars And my thoughts are the inmates Lock cell sh** I can not fail it's... [Hook] [L.E.G.A.C.Y.] [x2] The pure Uncut raw The sewer You want what ours See, you, aren't, me P.U.R.E [Verse Three] [Phonte] My peeps is learnin' To stay true and let the streets determine Between what's pure and un-pure so you can keep the sermon n***a I'm tryin' to see the features turnin' Get paid and cop a car so foreign that it beeps in German Smash n***as with them borin' flows Reunited, Phonte and Leggy Bryant, back doorin' hoes And the mornin' after, ignorin' hoes I'm kinda zab with a sharpie and a cue card straight scorin' hoes As they walk by, talk fly, see what my game like The League gettin' crackin' like a safe in a bank heist What? n***a you ain't nice, n***a just think twice It's Tay and Legzilla on the promo Style is residents and extended stay, you're is Hojo Flow so, negative, my album should be called One Hour Photo Truth when I'm tellin' it, style intelligent Now buy the CD, press play and develop it n***a [Hook] [L.E.G.A.C.Y.] [x2] The pure Uncut raw The sewer You want what ours See, you, aren't, me P.U.R.E

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