Purpose (AU) - 2016 Golden Era Records Cypher lyrics

[Scratches: Adfu & DJ Debris] "I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop" "But I claim the whole planet 'cause it's mine god dammit" "I'm a bad man, understand where I come from" "—understand where I come from" "When I drop it I'm futuristic like fiber optics" "You can't get with this or take me down" "But I claim the whole planet 'cause it's mine god dammit" "I'm always laughin' HA HA 'cause you punks are clowns" [Verse 1: Vents] What's the town I'm from? sh** bang like a Mauri drum f** around, get hanged like a mouthy tongue Red pill up in my mouth Mr Anderson Heavy bag till my hands are numb, champion Of the absurd, sublime, get the c*nt wet one time Get the nut then unwind, undead, f** dying Automatic weapon in my head, reload the gun, keep firing Persistance, scream at the Earth for a**istance Answer back with cold indifference Witness the Earth from a distance Hostile landscape that I translate for the listeners Progress, mankind must carry on Cameras on, last tribe in the amazon Keep peace with an atom bomb Man from the renaissance in the modern-day Babylon [Verse 2: Hons] Now I'ma blow up the spot, tear down and rebuild Like a Las Vegas skyscraper, totally annihilate 'em Man, I got plenty time to calculate the odds So your best bet now is taking overs when I set the line I'm just tryna make ends meet like speed dating And prolong my time on this Earth until I meet Satan Man, I spit legit as Jim Jefferies Hotter than a shuttle burning up on re-entry It's sad that they can't make a splash on their own Half these dickheads piss poor like their prostate blown When I step into the booth opponents learn their fate I make 'em all run for home like they stole third base I'm out of shape, still peddle like a ten-speed Uphill battle every week so I can then eat Hot lines coming straight out the microwave And flow through your speaker, make your car wanna hydroplane [Verse 3: K21] Another goon in the snow, my product, move it and go [?] turn your saloon into stone With my crew in the zone they know it ain't dumb to a**ume You put ten of us in a room and we're sendin' s**as to doom Still I'm digging in trenches searching for rashions Addin' fuel to the fire while they burn up all of their matches Claim they're moving forward, no luck, the way they're walkin' is backwards Told me they were floating I stuck a fork in their mattress While I fingerf** the entire game with my thumb And use my middle one for those that don't give it up to my city does I'm here to cut you open with flows till we're overdosin' And drowned until I'm found afloat in the ocean, it's over Words for burning down the gallows bumpin' dread sh** Body 'em till they're carried out, that's what I call a deadlift Spewin' all on your setlists, Lucifer on the Technics Pen it to the sky until heaven cry from its exes [Verse 4: Sesta] I got a f**in' headache, f** a medic, I'ma let it ride But then change up my environment into a different settin' that I need Don't tell me that you're doing it for the culture When I'm seeing a different face and the same vulture Throw 'em to the mulcher, feed 'em to my lawn then Water it, that's how you make children of the corn 'Cause the corny and boring, I tried to ignore 'em But when they step in my forum they gettin' ripped up and pissed on These rappers try to be nice and raise issues I just cuss, bust nuts with no tissues You seem to blend into the sh** that makes me cringe, you Make the same music as him, him and him do They all act tough until they bump into Then say they don't want no beef, but not Hindu (Whoo!) Get your grips off my dumplings Twenty-sixteen, G.E., we still run things [Scratches: Adfu & DJ Debris] "I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop" "But I claim the whole planet 'cause it's mine god dammit" "I'm a bad man, understand where I come from" "—understand where I come from" "When I drop it, I'm futuristic like fiber optics" "You can't get with this or take me down" "But I claim the whole planet 'cause it's mine god dammit" "I'm always laughin' HA HA 'cause you punks are clowns" [Verse 5: Purpose] Yeah So who could I be? It's the newest signee To the superfly team known as Golden Era Whole crew beside me, been the truth since nineteen You boys? All you did was push it like Salt-N-Pepa Shine so much like gold fronts, cold blooded, I glowed up Ya'll saw P and just froze up, like hold up The next rap talent, plus the vets back at it Turn the best cats at it into webcam rappers, peep This was in the stars before I got here Grindin', hoppin' in and out of cars like it was Top Gear Wilin', that's for any rapper tryna test me Try him, you lost like Khaled on a jet ski The curse was lifted, Purpose did it So inspired I could write a verse a minute Go off, so they don't forget the name A number eighty-three hat and a Golden Era chain, BANG [Verse 6: Briggs] Yo, Yo, f** that, handle bars like a mustache Truth hurts, yeah I call that the fun facts Fam in the whip, cousins that stay with him When we backin' over you that's reverse racism Come through, got white dudes with dreadlocks in headlocks Who swear they got sh** locked from Springfield to Bedrock Still a Redsox, smile as you're sent off Throw away verse, pssh, sounds like your best of Call my sh** black so I clear out the rednecks And academics clap like I just dropped the TEDx Guaranteed delivery, call that the FedEx You call out my name then you call the medics You need to watch what you say, Your mate You're gettin' punched in your face, All day I got 'em reelin', sub-tweetin' over hurt feelings What they'll do when they see him, here's my f**in' tour dates [Verse 7: Trials] Now everybody 'bout to f**in' know it like a vegan Golden Era got a rep right off the bat like I'm Negan We the reason why they only ever scream it's their season When the squad ain't lookin', I'm sick of this spirit cookin' Got my lyric book inside a Steven King sized spiderweb b**hin' while they're snitchin' 'round the clock, I reckon time will tell Arrive in Hell to streamers, fully loaded Beamers My face on the bonnet, five cobras playin' femurs Jesus, [rough as billygoats, emphysemas] Jealousy'll make a snake like Hideo Kojima's Who the f** is nicer than my team is? 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Not many, if any mate Heavyweight centigrade stompers Any place, any day bomb sh** Feet so big that I can drop kick your mosh pit Locked in, crusin' through that d**h Star trench To leave this weight on your chest that the best can't bench, son [Verse 8: Suffa] We're holdin' onto what's golden like Jura**ic Now are names are on their lips like a ChapStick Havoc, [?] traffic Trippin' from a spoon like sugar over absinthe It's so cla**ic, it's soundin' like a show tune And so ma**ive it's sounding with the Snowgoon So don't panic that we might falter We're coke, acid, we leave your mind altered Now go back, it's two-thousand-and-nine When we broke ranks and put it on the line Changed the landscape, shifted the paradigm Thanks K, Trigga Trials, Hammertime A friend of me said to me keep enemies close But I'd rather get an enema than befreind any enemies So I don't hear a f**in' sound they say They're skywriting on a cloudy day, out my way [Verse 9: Pressure] This ain't your standard, every episode manic with a megaphone Can it when I plan to bring the panic to the Terrordome Thick rappers damagin' my temporal lobe Been having animal reactions like attraction to a pheromone I'm [flashin'] to being captured alive But rhyme scavengers so ravenous they cannibalise Hazardous vice, my type can't be categorised They're sanitised standards of life like woman, song and wine Why every time I felt like I'm dyin' Like my sinnings didn't fit what was dealt for the crime It's the devil's design, but your mind melt from the shine I wrap around three stars like the belt of Orion Hilltop, a figure for the kids that wanna hit the scene If you're listening to fill in a soliloquy of bitter dreams Spit a k**er sixteen, the synergy, the illest team A head above the rest, Debris drop the guillotine