Artist - Purpose

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Beats - RX

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KYNrecords

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Director - Andy.vsn

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Mix & Master - kronixx

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VFX - keshav

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Production - KYNrecords
©️ 2023, Kyn records

Purpose 📝-

My solitude compromised
My promises neutralised
A god like complex floats in a pool of lies
Apostle like speech but a possum like stench lingers, binge drinker, thinkers block serenading my ring finger
Liquor was my freedom I knelt down for my vices
Psychedelic meltdowns opened up false horizons
food gone cold this fucking chicken is stale
This opium speak to me with the grace of a nightingale or that of a dove in the morning dew, I’m mourning my losses
Philosophers stone and red sky theories, I write dearly
Acrylic views these hues between the spectrum
Your perspective start to change when you trippin off cobra venom
Far from copacetic my pupils are dilated
Getting closer to the pearly gates every time I get faded These scriptures are heinous lately I’ve started speaking in parables
paraphernalia induced paralysis Alice in wonderland like euphoria but it come with a price
guess what I’m saying is even the weak can survive
Weekends and months I’ve been wasting I’ve been chasing some false redemption
Until i picked up the pen there’s power in every sentence like

1 for my boys 2 for all the hoes
I’m just a south side kid with a fuck you flow
7 seals of the revelations and visions of what is coming
Intoxication got me writing thesis in a dungeon
The 7 seas roar when I pour out this ink on paper
I broke out the grips of death the pen was my only saber
6 years in exile, all my soldiers have fallen to
Add it up that’s 23 years of solitude

Rome is burning’ Rome is burnin
Prophets preachin fantasy fallacies in every sermon the serpent provided nectar you accept him in open arms I don’t take alms that’s on art, my odds and ornaments around my neck if you touch it then it’s a slaughter
These rappers are merely lamb, a sacrifice on my altar
I sincerely stand with my kinfolk, threw our heart out the window, it’s in a different chest like I fell in love with Calypso, stop it
If you really own a chopper then pop it
I don’t need your keys I open the gates like a locksmith locked and loaded I’ve been on my own chakra charging harnessing Qi I’m cleansing my heart and the horrors I’ve seen can leave a mortal mortified
This is real life, if you’ve never held a strap Motherfucker don’t glorify it
Livin on the low low
Middle fingers to po po
The Shit that we smoke is burnin holes in the ozone

1 for my boys 2 for all the hoes
I’m just a south side kid with a fuck you flow
7 seals of the revelations and visions of what is coming
Intoxication got me writing thesis in a dungeon
The 7 seas roar when I pour out this ink on paper
I broke out the grips of death the pen was my only saber
6 years in exile, all my soldiers have fallen to
Add it up that’s 23 years of solitude

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