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letra de purge - jxl

“purge”
by julian lozano
copyright 2015
[verse 1]
the anger must be purged. ‘fore a disruptive surge of stuff occurs
and i go f-cking nuts, berserk at work and punch a customer
mad irked. i wanna pick up and just traverse the motherf-ckin’ earth
but, i’m stuck to serve these f-cking stuck up jerks as a motherf-ckin’ clerk!
i much prefer singing to being empty
these rappers look like tree leaves. they’re green with envy
they’re like: “i need a million cc’s of weed, inject me!
‘cause i have no self-esteem, b, and redirecting
my pain onto others. why must they excel?
i hate on my brothers. man, f-ck jxl!”
i don’t make this to observe your ways or your customs
or wait as your butler. so what!? dang eggsh-lls
i will not walk on. i spit a verse it’s volcanic. it immerses
can handle it? toss my salad with balsamic vinegar, b-tch!
i’m done with y’all! i don’t need to kiss your -ss or pucker, naw!
get knocked the f-ck out like chris tucker, dawg
when i come and punch your jaw
i’ve reached my trouble limit. you’re a puzzled pigeon
i’m a supple griffin. tussle with him
what you’ll get is: taught how to rap like russell simmons
i’m a wizard. you muggles, zip it!
my brain muscles, bigots struggle with it
your feathers get ruffled. fidget!
f-ck your punk opinion!
i don’t need endors-m-nts
only naysayers i want around me is horses
got reinforcements like caesar’s legion forces
chi rock, teach em’ like english courses!
speakin’ horsesh-t? i’m gonna seize and forfeit
your mic indefinitely- no habeas corpus
you’ve unleashed the torment like freakin’ demon worship
i’ma squeeze your organs like a freakin’ corset!
i’ve murdered things, yup. i am flourishing much
reversing these burdens the nourishing touch
of absurdity verbally purging the junk
from my nerves. it seems you’re getting surgery done
when you’re enjoying things to this music
the poison, see, it removes it
i needed to express ignorance in this verse
to avoid them breeding delusions
yo-oh-woah
[chorus]
maybe you’ve seen me high
maybe you’ve seen me low
maybe you’ve seen me cry
maybe you’ve seen me stoked
this is the purge. this is the purge
i spit to reverse the miserable curse
i know when i’m hurt that i’m alive
and i find the inverse
the true light reigns!
this is the purge. this is the purge. this is the purge
this is the, this is the, this is the purge. this is the purge
it’s yin and yang!
this is the purge. this is the purge. this is the purge
this is the, this is the, this is the purge. this is the purge
[verse 2]
flipping over a leaf. the cliff you’re over is steep
you’re rock climbing with no harness and rope, and you’re beat
clench the stones as you reach for your principles and beliefs
your vanity’s out of its jurisdiction like interpol is. release
your grip and you’ll get deceased. you’ll slip and you’ll split in three:
your mind, body, and soul. pigeons will pick and eat
your eyes rotting cause yo peripheral vision’s weak
i’ve got eyes in the back of my head my occipital freakin’ blinks
equipped to the nth degree. i see the patterns in action
clipping the hidden strings to the people that are distractions
bullsh-t’s inhibiting me. lethal as it’s jur-ssic park
useless as magikarp in a sinkhole, trapped, and you’re stagnant. arch
your d-mn back. giving uncle sam that
piggy back ride sitting that high. lab rats
getting taxed by bitter and sly fat cats
while, the bliss and pax time freakin’ flag flies at half mast
ransack the closet your demons hide in
do not believe the sirens when you see them on the lethal island
they will eat your time, and get you to believe the answer twinkles high in
the sky with orion. they never want you to peek inside and see divine. if
you please, defy them! the will freaking whine, and they will release a shriek so strident
they’re only making noise. they can scream it like an old lady
but their game is of the mind. beat them by disobeying
these songs are written in blood. watch them drip in the tub
mix it with mud. get a cup. dip in the brush
to start paintin’ the starvation, addictions, and l-st
mix it with c-m, p-ss, and pus, and serendipitous luck
that’s our haven to start breakin the prison that shut
our races in barred cages with fiction, corrupt
our limitless trunk of strength was hidden and tucked away
in our ignorance, we were forbidden to f-cking raise
our hand to inquire why our f-cking people are so flaccid and tired
let’s at last be inspired. take action. it’s dire
get off the bandwagon of the fascists and liars. i’ma flatten its tires!
[chorus repeats]

- jxl

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