Purple Rain

Lyrics

yo shit is sharp..
Coop is still black
stun...
open your fucking ears..... I’m spittin some dope shit here nigga
Here I go niggaz
here i go
I’m like death, a dream for the dead
But these fools in my head, cursing my shit
Some in em fall, some in em rise
Too much wrong, I guess it’s life
I’m weak for my enemies, I play fife
I don’t bleed when I cut but I’ll be slained with a knife
Fire in the hydro, feels cold but its fire though
Hope for a dream? Dream shud a rise though
Ice is the fountain, the tears don’t lie though
It hardly burns if u weep, soul shud a cry though
Somethin inside hurts nd hurts slow
All this world outside is cold nd it feels low
You wouldn’t understand my pain, it’s deep
Sorta like haze, this shit is unique
my poetry is deep with a double meaning in every verse
one would just bleed and the other would just curse
you wouldn’t understand, it’s hard to explain
it just explodes on em I care, just to blame
when it’ll rain, it’ll pour
my mind gave u chills but my heart gave u more
I just burned my whole world to be sour
And thought about the ashes and my score
yeh, My pen is swinging and my mind is doped
My lines are picky and I’m high like some had hoped
I’m deep in the zone, spiritually out of this world
So if I rip my heart out then focus on my every word
I ma spark fire and light on a heavy Dutch
So when I get high, I ma still hold on my chrome’s clutch
There is no end to war and no place that is named such
So when I take it there, I ma give my poetry ‘Angelo’s touch
My whole generation is brain washed
Singing only mash-ups like the pains bashed
Some living in need of the white lines
Some been doped so they think they got the right rhymes
I was 16 when I was reaping like a cloud
This is me just 20 and I am still picky and in doubt
I been sued, I paid my dues in debt
I have survived the storm and it’s my destiny to rep
Its real fucked up with the same shit rock
Somebody’s still dying and some still hocking hearts with a folk
I don’t give a fuck if your soul is dead
I ma still shoot you between your heart and your head
Some till struggle in my life goddamn struggle type
Still living this shit like the rubbles in some wild nights
I an’t trying to gain you cause you’re in the game too
This is my pain coming out for my homeys to pray thru
I’m bad as the Arab bomb and I’m gifted with this curse
So I can never change cause I love living in the worse
I’m ripping every rhyme even when it’s about its fuss
Ya want a story then properly go thru my next verse
I’m deep like the spirits; I’m a ghost with a sound
Shit, I an’t goin down, I’m bad but rare to be found
This shit is deep if you meditate; your body would shiver the more you gravitate
Sorta like the fumes if u venerate, flying high by the lams if you levitate
Sorta like the arms if you wanna bring, watch em murder while you wanna think
Like the wind blows, the clouds thunder in your eyes and ya won’t blink
Sorta like, if your ice is ice then your liquor won't drink
Like the depth be deep to make the oceans sink
Time an’t for everybody but sun still shines
Rhyme my shit but you can never decode my lines
I talk stupid but god let me in
He knows me so I ma blow blunt and rhyme with a sin
Tell them caged ass nigga’s to put my name in the bible
God send me but now the devils gota look for my arrival
And little angels keep me hard and strong
But there an’t nobody left to judge me when I’m wrong
Some think I am giving up on my slugs
I ma still bleed and struggle for all my thugs
See how I bust with my every verse, feel how I bring it from the dirt
You can never get to know my soul, I am hell in this earth
I feel the wind talks to me, it’s weird but the ghosts wanna walk with me
But some people still talk to me, I know their secrets and they’ll go locked with me
If I’ll die, believe that I had seen a real dream
This is heaven so my last walk is gonna be with a real being
Sun an’t cold and freeze an’t hot
Life an’t still, time is fast like a Chrome shot
Don’t talk about school, I an’t got no rules
My god is different than yours, ya only follow fools
I feel like I’m the curse of the game
Sorta like the worst storm barking for change
Sorta like the deepest cut and still no pain
Sorta like the darkest cloud, I’m the purple rain
Yeh R double E N, 2000 and 10

OLD POST

[Verse 1]
My pen is swinging and my mind is doped
My lines are picky and I’m high like some had hoped
I’m deep in the zone, spiritually out of this world
So if I rip my heart out then focus on my every word

I ma spark fire and light on a heavy Dutch
So when I get high, I ma still hold on my chrome’s clutch
There is no end to war and no place that is named as such
So when I take it there, I ma give my poetry ‘Angelo’s touch’

My whole generation is brain washed
Singing only mash-ups like the pains bashed
Some living in need of the white lines
Some been doped so they think they got the right rhymes

[Verse 2]
This is for my people back home who are fighting for the worst
Like a man stuck in front of the chrome and his fighting for thirst
This is for my loonies and poor who live in a world so sour
Like the world is so different and shit can’t be explained cause shit is so dour

This is for little kids who live in some naked streets
Like love is so different, they don’t depend on some fleets
This is for all the mothers who build soldiers to connect brothers
Like I look up to mine and his the only reason for all my rudders

This is based on darkness only hiding by some light that pretends
It’s like killing them cause they keep killing back and the fight never ends
It’s based on lighting the blunt, blowing the guns and passing the time
I have lost friends and brothers but it’s this moment that’s mine


[Verse 3]
People are too afraid of criticism but I put myself in the sacrificial position
This is a tense rustle, like in life we tussle, like a hard day’s work and ya still have to hustle
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words and other times it’s just so hard to live in this world
And malice is hard nigga and I ma spell ‘Raw’ backwards and that’s my word

I was 16 when I was reaping like a cloud
This is me just 20 and I am still picky and in doubt
I been sued, I paid my dues even in debt
I have survived the storm and it’s my destiny to rep
Its real f***** up with the same shit rock
Somebody’s still dying and some still hocking hearts with a folk
I don’t give a f*** if your soul is dead
I ma still shoot you between your heart and your head

Still struggle in my life goddamn struggle type
Still living this shit like the rubbles in some wild nights
I an’t trying to gain you cause you’re in the game too
This is my pain coming out for my homeys to pray thru

I’m bad as the Arab bomb and I’m gifted with this curse
So I can never change cause I love living in the worse
I’m ripping every rhyme even when it’s about its fuss
Ya want a story then properly go thru my next verse

[Verse 4]
I’m deep like the spirits; I’m a ghost with a sound
Shit, I an’t goin down, I’m bad but rare to be found
This shit is deep if you meditate; your body would shiver the more you gravitate
Sorta like the fumes if u venerate, flying high by the lams if you levitate
Sorta like the arms if you wanna bring, watch em murder while you wanna think
Like the wind blows, the clouds thunder in your eyes and ya won’t blink
Sorta like, if your ice is ice then your liquor won't drink
Like the depth be deep to make the oceans sink

Time an’t for everybody but sun still shines
Rhyme my shit but ya can never decode my lines
I talk stupid but god let me in
He knows me so I ma blow blunt and rhyme with a sin

Tell them caged ass nigga’s to put my name in the bible
God send me but now the devils gota look for my arrival
And little angels keep me hard and strong
But there an’t nobody left to judge me when I’m wrong

Some think I am giving up on my slugs
I ma still bleed and struggle for all my thugs
See how I bust with my every verse, feel how I bring it from the dirt
You can never get to know my soul, I am hell in this earth

I feel the wind talks to me, it’s weird but the ghosts wanna walk with me
But some people still talk to me, I know their secrets and they’ll go locked with me
If I’ll die, believe that I had seen a real dream
This is heaven so my last walk is gonna be with a real being

Sun an’t cold and freeze an’t hot
Life an’t still, time is fast like a Chrome shot
Don’t talk about school, I an’t got no rules
My god is different than yours, ya only follow fools

I feel like I’m the curse of the game
Sorta like the worst storm barking for change
Sorta like the deepest cut and still no pain
Sorta like the darkest cloud, I’m the purple rain