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Intro: Prime
Yo (Uh)
Verse 1: Prime
Tryin’ to somehow make notes out this shit on this page
Since music hasn’t got no laws about minimum wage
And walkin’ outta work did nothin’ to gimme a raise
So I am not that dude who’s tryna get rid of ‘is change
I’m gettin’ to the point where I should consider my age
Until then, I’ll be blissful with just livin’ on stage
They tell me, aim for the title, I just play for survival
For the joy o’ my fam’ly, for the pain o’ my rivals
For all these young faces who have Australian idols
And prove we’ve got talent without wavin’ to Kyle
As it happens though, this is all a talent show
Hopin’ I can get them two ticks, so I don’t have to go
So I can get a mеssage deliverеd I couldn’t practice sending
My life’s a movie with big explosions and happy endings
You’ve got plot holes that’ll get exposed and the actors trembling
I would tell ya I didn’t notice, but that’s pretending
I’m in love with this, could never get enough o’ this
Killin’ every verse, so don’t pull me up on some other shit
Boy, you’ve got a bucket list that says only suck a dick
And since you wrote it down, it’s been repeatedly fuckin’ ticked
I’m a free man, you can hear the conviction
Why tell the world I’m dabblin’ when it’s clearly addiction
I smell the roses, every show, every song I’m performin’
Appreciate tonight ‘cause I could be gone in the mornin’
Interlude 1: Prime
And hell yeah, it’s been a good mornin’
If the City Had a Voice
“Purpose—purpose” “Hacksaw—hacksaw”
Chorus: Purpose
“My hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“I listen when I fuckin’ rap” “Take a joke now”
“My hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“Take a joke now” “Listen when I fuckin’ rap”
“My—my hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“Know I strut like the [?] and you might get had”
“Real, but they don’t understand, hate what they can’t conquer”
“I—I—I had to sho—I had to show ‘em I’m a problem giver” (Uh, yeah)
Verse 2: Purpose
Circumstances: my only adversary (Uh)
And you fuckin’ kiddin’ thinkin’ that will scare me (Yeah)
Prophetic like Machiavelli minus the tatted belly
Havin’ a ball with the monsters like Halle Berry (Uh)
I already know I’m the shit, you don’t have to tell me (Ay!)
Hit heavy with ideas while the rest are rattled empty
Uh, Purpose in the house, get ya cameras ready
Damn, I’m deadly, did it without no one or hand to help me (Woo!)
You think that upset me? Front, go and try
What I don’t do’s fight faggots in the club (Nah) over pride, you dumb
Know the line, I’m, up, notes the rises
Document it and notarise, you should prob’ly know I’m my name
I make the beats and write the lyrics just like Cole
When I cut tracks, I cut cats (Uh) a sliver o’ my soul (Yeah)
The rhyme is hot, but the instrumental’s cold
All from the same man, bitch, I’m on a roll
You put out a song thinkin’ it goes hard
Drop it and disappear (Uh) quicker than solar (Yeah)
You hit the wall like Six in a go-kart
It’s a sitch, your crowd don’t move an inch like my growth chart (Ha-ha)
Rappers these days are shit for the most part (Yeah)
There’s a handful that are sick, but they’ll split, it just won’t last (Overnight)
So far gone, I should flick ‘em a postcard (Yeah)
When it comes down to the wire, I kill ‘em like Omar, hear me
Really meant to do it, (Hey!) someone said to do it (Uh)
I did my time on this mic like I was sentenced to it (Woo-wee!)
Don’t let me get into it if I ain’t next, so prove it
‘Cause even with the rules at play, I’m the exception to ‘em
Interlude 2: Purpose
I can’t help but feel like I’m the exception to it
(Ha-ha) If the city had a voice
This is what’d sound like
Chorus
“My hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“I listen when I fuckin’ rap” “Take a joke now”
“My hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“Take a joke now” “Listen when I fuckin’ rap”
“My—my hand got sentenced to jail for writin’ murder”
“Know I strut like the [?] and you might get had”
“Real, but they don’t understand, hate what they can’t conquer”
“I—I had to sho—I had to show ‘em I’m a problem giver”
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