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Remnants of a Deeper Purity [Bonus Disc] (Black Tape for a Blue Girl) · Purity Dilution (Defecation) · Purity of Essence (The Rumour) · In Dark Purity (Monstrosity) · SPM: The Purity Album (South Park Mexican) · Purity of Essence (Quorthon) · Purity of Essence (Hoodoo Gurus) · Purity of Essence (Hoodoo Gurus) · SPM: The Purity Album (South Park Mexican) · Purity Accuracy (MC5) – and 90 other albums »


of dejection nestled in conformity
Called by name, enthralled or covetous
Mesmerized, it's everything I am
Pick the poison, my thirst, her existence
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
Amongst the virulent and multiplying beauties of this southern land
Lies a poison legacy for future generations to withstand.
We are curators of all
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
dead

On the floor by the door there’s a sliver of light
And a pair of cloven feet standing there
And there’s a knock as the clock strikes 3
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
as a bad, bad day?
Oh baby, even if there was i wouldn't believe it anyway

One poison, two poison, three boys and it's not known for sure
It's just
a little vacation once in awhile
At the Cable Car Hotel, San Francisco style
For three nights and three days
Jesus hung on a boom box while it played
Every
em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
Where Patterson Creek's muddy waters run down
Past the penny arcades, by the harbour downtown,
All the old Turtlebacks rust in the rain
Like they
caught in deepest shit
Never tought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit
You call yourself the finest in the city, huh!
For scum like you,I have no
buried prematurely
Mind slips / disoriented / complete amnesia
Three days fermented incarnation of Evil

Baron SAMEDI
Guardian of the cemetery
myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue tied
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.

[verse 3]

Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
One, two, three, four

Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops
And every bar-code is divided into two parts by three markers
And those three markers are always represented by the number six
'6 6 6'

And what does it
bar-code is divided into two parts by three markers
And those three markers are always represented by the number six
'6 6 6'

And what does it say?
No one
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
multiplying
Now the 3 of them are dying by the poison she perceived to be good head
Now Eve and her husband are perverted in their judgment
'cause everything
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Here in the sunset days of yore, the first signs washing ashore.

Goddess come and lift us
Here in deepest Louisiana.
In the gut where hunches come