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[Intro: Stacy
We are dying, we are
Are we die? Are we gonna die?
We are

1: Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my
Blow the out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the Time magazine
burn a hole between Israel and Palestine
All this news, all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from Irv
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge
Got machetes and cannons loaded up
Got them Xany's and that in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they got a pot to piss in
the Christian, kill you for these kids as victims
Fuck the
You a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I a village by myself nigga Compton comin'

[Hook: Stacy (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a
(Sometimes I wanna)

2: Game]
What if we ran through Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the with pills
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the
And shot one, Donald hopped in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
Palm sweaty on the of the chrome
That's my
So we purge Sandusky, purge
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, millions and my deep
We purge for the families, deaths ain't in vein now
my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
298 innocent lives
on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the stores without cops
Imagine Brown walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past
I his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela Martin Luther
More Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably stop
On my prayin', wish my nigga Pac was livin'
But he fell victim to the Rampart Division,
Cops killed Biggie, beat up Rodney King
We tore up the nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday. Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I'll never understand death, shit. Sometimes it's a to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge. Eventually we all victims of the purge. Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. It's a question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!