Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purge, artist - CES Cru. Album song Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Purge |
| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch |
| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us |
| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard |
| So really what’s the word |
| So really what’s the word |
| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch |
| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us |
| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard |
| Men and women lie so really what’s the word |
| If I’m lying and I’m dying, a killer must emerge |
| Fill a bust to burst 'til I’m feeling up to purge |
| See the world is yours and it ain’t hard to tell |
| Look up in the sky, you can start to smell |
| Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung |
| Nobody should ever fly this close to the sun |
| Wings melted down, flesh felt the burn |
| Tumble to the ground with no self concern |
| Kill an Afghani man or go help the curd |
| Earn a purple heart if you don’t go to hell first |
| Win a Pulitzer or a Nobel prize but they won’t tell why |
| They let those shells fly |
| Got a cosell sign, cosign to sell |
| Sell 'em like phosphorous both sides’ll fail |
| Young men die while the old timers help themselves |
| Staking power but only time will tell |
| Terminate terrorists override the cell |
| Fore a state fell, the government backoo |
| Marine coming home, he covered in tattoo |
| Stuck in the past, post traumatic Iraq mood |
| Iraq’s not Iraq, it’s really Iraq fool |
| Lieutenants say they’re pulling the pilly to pop dudes |
| And citizens in the inner city can not move |
| From Fallujah, Baghdad, Syria, Kabul |
| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch |
| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us |
| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard |
| So really what’s the word |
| So really what’s the word |
| Everybody gather 'round, I don’t wanna hear a sound |
| When I hit 'em with the motherfucking facts now |
| Bringing everything to light with the universal might |
| So for anybody saving in the background |
| Fuck pigs with a passion for blasting my nade |
| Ain’t even put my brother through a proper pat down |
| How I know I’m finna crack has been a matter of fact |
| They could never see the signal when I crackdown |
| Then now we got 'em murdering the track down |
| We need a reason for they why he had to clap rounds |
| These pigs get to go ahead to pop while |
| We put them in power they only wanna act out |
| Crack files in the pound by the trap house |
| Is open twenty four seven, how they rap 'bout |
| Bee-gees go to be the heat with that clout |
| He breaking even he don’t need to get the cash out |
| I’m figuring I’m in the middle of a war zone |
| They come in weather or not if anyone’s home |
| I don’t imagine they could win a war with no clones |
| They got a pin on everybody with a go phone |
| You might as well be a middle man in the midi |
| A black cloud’s covering every bit of the city |
| You never see us coming together and it’s a pity |
| We all pissed off, the situation is shitty |
| See we need to band together, swear to never run |
| No retreat and no surrender when whoever come |
| Fighting for freedom is a battle that ain’t ever done |
| And if you break it, they just build a bigger better one |
| Sight beyond sight, touch beyond touch |
| You can get a feel for what’s beyond us |
| Everything you hearing, not really what you heard |
| So really what’s the word |
| So really what’s the word |