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

1: Game]
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out as I in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and
All this world news, all 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 shotty
Got machetes and them loaded up
Got them Xany's and lean in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother listenin'
Feel that you can their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as
the system
You a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I a village by myself nigga Compton comin'

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

[Verse 2:
if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the Chevy pills
And pop one, 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling in his Benz
I got one, beam on the of his dome
sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two
Me and my mercenaries, of South Sudan
babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my deep
We purge for the families, they ain't in vein now
my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
298 innocent lives
Flyin' on Aaliyah's all the way to heaven
And so we

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

[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 struggle 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 us alive. It's a question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!