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letra de the purist - balt getty & chino xl

[chorus]
snapshots of my life that’s mostly out of focus
i know the devil watching closest as my death approaches
the purist, chino’s circle, heads of dying vultures
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist, biblical as jesus, judas, jonas
my mind is a haunted forest where the fallen tortured ghosts live
the purist, trait of my ancestors, feeling hopeless
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist

[verse 1]
i’ve found an old, broken typewriter in the attic
now i’m an old, broken-type writer and i’m an addict
addicted to thе wrath of my pathology
evil consume, leaving me ruinеd like norse mythology
no apologies, i got no brakes, there ain’t no stopping
lessons that you do not learn in blood are easily forgotten
i’m free to be a prophet, minus gossip, adrenaline rushing
since the days of playing g rap out my teddy ruxpin
metal vocal cords, i could survive my own lynching
cut myself down, start feeding the crowd their own intestines
ignore you like feds’ interrogation questions
f-ck your soundcloud, n-gga, f-ck your bitcoin investments
i’m awaited like harvey weinstein’s rape confessions
paid to push wigs back like stevie wonder’s hairdresser
n0body’s iller from here to manila
while you’s a lying n-gga like a vegan that got salmonella
for the right price i punch oprah in her reading glasses
tired of struggling like erick sermon does pr-nouncing ‘s’-es
i’m deeper than deepak chopra spilling celestial essence
destined to be translated to many languages, pick a preference
stick sl!ck rick for his dense jewellery necklace
to fund revolutionary efforts, hence end mike pence’s pension
ensuring that he suffers, i’m carrying this hatred cross
the only buzz you’ll ever have is flies all over your corpse
h-ll’s stenographer taking god’s dictation
turn off your radio, it’ll poison your inspiration
i choose death over life, s-x and murder over love
i’m a purist when it comes to not giving a f-ck
[chorus]
snapshots of my life that’s mostly out of focus
i know the devil watching closest as my death approaches
the purist, chino’s circle, heads of dying vultures
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist, biblical as jesus, judas, jonas
my mind is a haunted forest where the fallen tortured ghosts live
the purist, trait of my ancestors, feeling hopeless
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist

[verse 2]
i write on papyrus with curled binding and burnt edges
scribble on animal skins, call it venomous ledgers
been using this typewriter for five months
ink in the ribbon’s made from tears in lucifer’s eye ducts
i got incarnate in carbon, starving like 80 hindus
mysterious works that are superscribed “chino the recluse”
i was born at a tabernacle, surrounded by pterodactyls
in mirrored castles i’m walking through the pantheon
of champions and lyric masters
ink splatters data that’ll flat out shatter any poetical pattern and change to matter though
i created life from the inanimate words you’re enamored with
i’m cursed to be the earth’s ghetto perverted world version of gepetto
i don’t play by rules, n-gga, i’m a rude n-gga
how the f-ck you got more dislikes than you got views, n-gga?
old school or millenial, me and balt beats
see hip-hop identical, i’m making sure my twin peaks
i’m stanley kubrick with a lens showing violent horrors
trying not to lash out like a clockwork orange
as a writer you fail like mel gibson’s breathalyzer
i’m a crass monster that’ll pop off like that cheap vodka
chi energy that i possess is stored up
i’m born with the b-lls of a lion, yeah this cat’s nuts
spit colder than snow-covered cabins, break you down to small particle fragments
you should change your last name to (addams / atoms)
corduroy durag, i’m the headliner
you’ll never crawl out of my dense paragraphs unless you’re mountain climbers
i heard your new single last week
wasn’t nodding my head to the beat or nodding my head to the words that you speak
was nodding my head trying to hold my neck up not to fall asleep
i’d rather be counting this money than counting clothed sheep
the purist got ’em praying that i’ll die or slip
i’m the rawest on my ‘out-typing typers’ type of sh-t
i choose death over life, s-x and murder over love
i’m a purist when it comes to not giving a f-ck
[chorus]
snapshots of my life that’s mostly out of focus
i know the devil watching closest as my death approaches
the purist, chino’s circle, heads of dying vultures
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist, biblical as jesus, judas, jonas
my mind is a haunted forest where the fallen tortured ghost live
the purist, trait of my ancestors, feeling hopeless
you hate me, i hate you too, it’s duly noted
the purist

- balt getty chino xl

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