Purple Sun - Oxygen When It Drops

They remember when they are gone
Death mask in my zone
Many mistakes I’ve done
Damn, what mixture I am on
Find us at the block
You will ain’t see no glock
They want to find a way if I rap
I tell them get my lyrics when it drops
Oxygen when I kick in, deep in
Understand that I want it, prove it
I beat the shade, feel the move
I take a shot on the groove
Corona and cough syrup stretching the time when I’m locked up
Got no hobby till the world blows up
I burp, the purp is in my hand
Skrrt skrrt, out my head
Your confidence is meaningless
I only walk with the homeless
You feel the pace, you feel the flesh
I want to slap your faith
I love your sad bad face
Put that shit on replay
Drink the blood of the deer
Old china in my gear
Feel the taste of the fear
The basement of the drill
Drain every culture type
Even if I got no type
Bad bitches all aside
Body parts in plastic bag
I ensure you lick it for me, that's not Heinz
What's your sin?
What's your aim?
Please, help me preserve my flame
Don't pay attention to the game
Life is just a tale and you need to combine
Few, elements
To slaughter the relevant, beat the bounds
Carry my own flu
I saw through your back and thrill the drug that I am on to
Watch your filthy life and see the mess that I've been through
Feed your instinct, I have to fulfill my desire
Once the stacks come, will never forget her
My world is made of and invaded by numbers
Contract, partner, fucking delivery order
I don't have time for the bless
So, lift my soul and pass the blend
Now you are listening to think about something else
Make you chill on my voice and pace
Killer shadow on my way back
I spread bad blood when I'm speaking like
Already some steps crossed but I'm still far
To achieve, and avoid, how it looks now
No links between my spits, I think you realized
I want you to enjoy my funeral
Too much, need of hug, love, of fusion
Forgot you on the ascension
Now, paying bill for the redemption
Wait, no, I don’t care about your pardon
I flex on flesh from the childhood
Resting in the basement of Moulin rouge
They remember when they are gone
Death mask in my zone
Many mistakes I’ve done
Damn, what mixture I am on
Find us at the block
You will ain’t see no glock
I am making my spot
These bitches I shock

Written by:
Chems-Félix JOLY

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