Puro
Yo
Maverick
Puffythereal
It's Red Room
With one flip of the page
With one flick of the blade
We the renaissance men, we learn the tricks of the trade
The overseers, they see us and they paint us as dangerous
They been tryin' to lock us in cages for ages
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
The corner's where we congregate
The law don't tolerate
So they throw us behind the gate
Make us pray they exonerate
But I ain't tryin' to wait
And I won't take no deal
They say the truth will set you free
But in the streets that gets you killed, uh
You better keep your lips sealed
And keep your eyes peeled
These niggas snitch for a deal
Rather than die real
You too afraid to experience how doing time feels?
Then why you committing crime still?
We all tryin' to get our fill, fuck a piece of the pie
Us niggas want a full meal
How else we supposed to survive?
Open your eyes, most of our fathers spent most of their lives
Turning wrenches, choking in ties to bring home the supplies
And Why?
So their kids can go on and make the same mistake?
The sin of the father's genetic, you can't change your fate
We're all destined for reckoning, we patiently wait
Shit can all end in a second no time to take a breaks
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
Since I couldn't spot the serpants
I set the prairie aflame
When I spit I get the merkin'
Incendiary exchange
I'm armed to the teeth, please spare me the games
"I am my brother's keeper" etched in my flesh
Don't compare me to Cain!
I'm more than Abel, I'm more than Loyal, I'm well respected
A high-speed cable, a Tesla coil, I'm well connected
I paid my dues, the debt's collected, I'm squared away
Now these fuck niggas are scared to play
We're gathered here today
To lay niggas to rest, I'll recite the sermon
These other rappers might get nervous
The way I write my verses
21 gun salute, live from the booth
Then we skirt off straight to Mascouche, that's the truth, uh
Merci Beaucoup to the Giants that paved the lane for us
And R.I.P. to the competition that came for us
These lames bore us
With mumble verses and lame choruses
Show 'em the door, like James Morrison
You ain't important
You don't believe me?
I'll reassure you, paint you a portrait
Most of you dudes see the jewels and became corporate
But I'ma do you that solid and I'ma take the torches
Pass 'em to my woes to light the road to the fame and fortune
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
Maverick
Puffythereal
It's Red Room
With one flip of the page
With one flick of the blade
We the renaissance men, we learn the tricks of the trade
The overseers, they see us and they paint us as dangerous
They been tryin' to lock us in cages for ages
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
The corner's where we congregate
The law don't tolerate
So they throw us behind the gate
Make us pray they exonerate
But I ain't tryin' to wait
And I won't take no deal
They say the truth will set you free
But in the streets that gets you killed, uh
You better keep your lips sealed
And keep your eyes peeled
These niggas snitch for a deal
Rather than die real
You too afraid to experience how doing time feels?
Then why you committing crime still?
We all tryin' to get our fill, fuck a piece of the pie
Us niggas want a full meal
How else we supposed to survive?
Open your eyes, most of our fathers spent most of their lives
Turning wrenches, choking in ties to bring home the supplies
And Why?
So their kids can go on and make the same mistake?
The sin of the father's genetic, you can't change your fate
We're all destined for reckoning, we patiently wait
Shit can all end in a second no time to take a breaks
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
Since I couldn't spot the serpants
I set the prairie aflame
When I spit I get the merkin'
Incendiary exchange
I'm armed to the teeth, please spare me the games
"I am my brother's keeper" etched in my flesh
Don't compare me to Cain!
I'm more than Abel, I'm more than Loyal, I'm well respected
A high-speed cable, a Tesla coil, I'm well connected
I paid my dues, the debt's collected, I'm squared away
Now these fuck niggas are scared to play
We're gathered here today
To lay niggas to rest, I'll recite the sermon
These other rappers might get nervous
The way I write my verses
21 gun salute, live from the booth
Then we skirt off straight to Mascouche, that's the truth, uh
Merci Beaucoup to the Giants that paved the lane for us
And R.I.P. to the competition that came for us
These lames bore us
With mumble verses and lame choruses
Show 'em the door, like James Morrison
You ain't important
You don't believe me?
I'll reassure you, paint you a portrait
Most of you dudes see the jewels and became corporate
But I'ma do you that solid and I'ma take the torches
Pass 'em to my woes to light the road to the fame and fortune
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
My blood puro
My heart puro
My bars duro
Yo, yea, yo, yo
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Writer(s): Emanuel Perez
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