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letra de planet purge - ruffian rugged

and the cop yelled: freeze!
and the pig ment: stop!
now a innocent kid get shot, cuz the skin that´s black
we´re all the same, molecules with pigment spots
any bloodstream red, any p-ssy pink, any iris white, now watch the dna-strains dem dance
we all praise the same spirit, but war over different gods
dem ask me: why mi nuh get signed yet?
it´s not that i won´t split my cup
but mi nuh fill it up fi mek em sip it up
cuz yuh only big dem up cuz dem picked me up
now all you get´s one shot
so if i give man clock, would you take that strap?
pop down the king and bun the castle till the kingdom stop?
would you k!ll yourself?
end the nightmare there… jump a the big ben clock
the hills have eyes, so better nuh chat behind this man back
cuz if i don´t die through your knife, i pull it out
stab your whole big gang, watch!
i don´t listen to christian rap, i listen to dub
but dem a nuh gimi the mic, mi way too slack
we coulda discuss that. but them diss, cuss back
now the people whisperin: all them want is some easy-listening
f-ck that! i keep my arrangements on big band-stuff

stuck to pushin daisies-chuck
only sh-t in my christmas socks, cuz christmas sucks
mi nuh pree violence, i pree defense, doc!
open borders! get di fence chopped
till the head a queen of windsor drop
i won´t go pop cuz a hitsong dropped
if i go pop you´ll see a hitman drop
welcome back to the wasteland railroad tracks
where black mirror cracks near this road blocks
the devil wears prada, i guess me and her got a tindermatch
politrix nuh remember bout praha but i won´t keep them windows locked
you shouldn´t go against me my brother
cuz we´re got a enemy in common
so why you war over a zip-code pon p.o.box
so much different acts, but anyting sound like the siame migos track
and my teachers said that: you gotta go the hardest at the intro
i made 6 lp´s but i delete them tracks
ciame back with a lp, full a motherf-ckin intro-cutz
it´s all about the he-said, she-said bullsh-t, i guess i gotta break that stuff
i need followers (revolution!)
and mi nuh talk subscribe pon insta-blogs
this is just a weird–ss intro (i need a army stead a bots, yuh cyaan filter scars)
k!ll anyting inna mi way right like beatrix kiddo

stop to b-tch bout your paste
cuz from you been through what i been through
you woulda suicide several times to destinys child over dem issues
lost my brain… now i forgot whe a mind feels
tinkin bout my depressive thoughts feels like i´m steppin through minefields
guess who´s comin to purge? ain´t it ironic according to harvard that we are just numbers for economys worth
and as we are working for companys, companys work
and 1% a humanity got all the luxery runnin di world, but dem a nuh work
pharmacy slaughter we, so we growin these herbs
my kids gotta eat and mi nuh waan robbin a purse
real g´s a nuh proud a the hustlin, we struggle survive fi the familys thurr
from uno braggin bout the stabbin, why yu nuh stabbin em pervs?
now rob a lobbyist sir
i never doubt a chimera but i mistrust the youtube conspiracy cinema, cuz dem colors are blurred
i shall get what i deserve tonight, at least thats in my fortune cookie
so why industrywh0r-s nuh support or book me?
dem regular… mi goofy… (haha)
3 against mi and dem still cyaan clash me
cuz the only way to k!ll me is to actually beat me or interrupt me
i just bought a dreamcatcher, now my dreams are catched me
but i fight fi the opressed like santa sangre-phenix mommy
through the land a milk & honey
now dem a callin me mr dali
so if i ever holla pon a big studio, i tell dem: gibli cast me
my purpose in life are my kids, so i just bought “finding nemo”
i love my kids over anything so i invalidate all these types a heroes
i will fight the egos, cuz i cyaan stand see young gyal warshippin riapists, lovin k!llers and hypin pedos
í´m tired cuz any white guy wanna be the new eminem
while i just try to fiace a fiace inna mirror call me slenderman
any giamer got a bawler, now any player gotta holla
but u won´t spit all that puverty ish after biabymother-drama
cuz real man gonna fight fi see son & daughter
so never bliame another from you nuh really fought in the slaughter
i love gyal with manic depressions, but at least they got feelings
except selfie-expressions, i´m full a choleric confessions
love backwards sounds like evil
love really means let go
so tell the witches fi keep my mistress outa their business
i wish i wouldn’t be under control a the powers a the insects that infect
now get the art back to the state of the art
and f-ck the state of the art cuz dem ain´t about bars
h-llo darkness my old friend, h-llo loneliness my only homie
holy moly, ive been smokin holy green to cocorosie
now i´m all out in the woods like mononoke
and dem portrait my soul cold-blooded like capote, with a ghost-emoji
first purge, welcome!

- ruffian rugged

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