[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
Fuck your SoundCloud, nigga, fuck your Bitcoin investments
I'm awaited like Harvey Weinstein's rape confessions
Paid to push wigs back like Stevie Wonder's hairdresser
Nobody's iller from here to Manila
While you's a lying nigga like a vegan that got salmonella
For the right price I punch Oprah in her reading glasses
Tired of struggling like Erick Sermon does pronouncing 's'-es
I'm deeper than Deepak Chopra spilling celestial essence
Destined to be translated to many languages, pick a preference
Stick Slick 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
Hell's stenographer taking God's dictation
Turn off your radio, it'll poison your inspiration
I choose death over life, sex and murder over love
I'm a purist when it comes to not giving a fuck
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
Fuck your SoundCloud, nigga, fuck your Bitcoin investments
I'm awaited like Harvey Weinstein's rape confessions
Paid to push wigs back like Stevie Wonder's hairdresser
Nobody's iller from here to Manila
While you's a lying nigga like a vegan that got salmonella
For the right price I punch Oprah in her reading glasses
Tired of struggling like Erick Sermon does pronouncing 's'-es
I'm deeper than Deepak Chopra spilling celestial essence
Destined to be translated to many languages, pick a preference
Stick Slick 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
Hell's stenographer taking God's dictation
Turn off your radio, it'll poison your inspiration
I choose death over life, sex and murder over love
I'm a purist when it comes to not giving a fuck
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