Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purest Heart, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Purest Heart |
| Every year they say I’m back, but I never left you |
| My shit is next level, I raise the threat level |
| I got a permanent spot in the top ten |
| I live there, you corny niggas just drop in |
| You super lame, you don’t really understand music |
| The true remain, and you hate it because you can’t do it |
| You transparent, they can’t stand it, the fans boo it |
| Your chick the finish line: the whole hood ran through it |
| She try to act like Cinderella but that ho frontin' |
| End of the night her toes bunion, coach become a pumpkin |
| They wanna act like I owe em somethin', I don’t owe em nothin' |
| Watch you niggas break fast like they toast butter |
| A perfect storm and the coast is flooded |
| Mos discovered that my flow is gutter |
| You posers sound like your growth is stunted |
| Rap snitches diggin' ditches, working undercover |
| Real recognize real, we don’t know each other |
| It’s that new guy, all I do is make trouble |
| On some pills, now it’s soundin' like the bass muffled |
| Just a normal dude, focused with a straight hustle |
| I’m down to Earth yo, Challenger space shuttle |
| Blue collar and cold as a Coolatta |
| I’m the king up in the burbs so they callin' me Mufasa |
| Kill it on the mic and I do what I do proper |
| Just watch when I’m rocking like bada-bing bada-boom mama |
| I’m an animal, ferocious, I don’t suggest you approach it |
| Or provoke it, cause the last time the doctor gave a prognosis |
| He said I was out my fuckin' mind in case you hadn’t noticed |
| So just pass me my bottle of Adderall so I can focus |
| And some bomb tree, cause it’s C-Webby and Kweli |
| Here to drop heat, so the wack rappers they gwan leave |
| Baby watch me, cause until I’m on the top seat |
| I’ma kill em and no one can stop me, motherfucker |
| Y’all in trouble, I ain’t even get my feet wet |
| You know how much sweet flesh my teeth get these beats just |
| Seasoning, no reasoning, primalistic defeat again |
| When we begin to walk leaves fall from all of the trees and then Weaker men was |
| raised their head to peek within the valley |
| Pterodactyl, beat screech, leeches swim and stampede begins |
| Me and them, same species different creature |
| When I bleed this pen just know you’re breathing in Joell Ortiz and em |
| Occupy the top of the food chain, you bottom feeder |
| I’m on fire, they barely warm: koala fever |
| I ain’t even at my hottest either, y’all been lally gaggin' |
| Poppin molly, dressing drag, playing follow the leader |
| Me I’ve been bodying speakers, catching a body and beatin' em |
| Fucking buffied up bodies in Bali on holiday weekends |
| Your bitches do karate, they chopped and you probably eatin' em |
| Nasty, nigga |