philly-Purgatory (J Dilla-Purple Ins.)

Discussion in 'The Musician in U' started by KrAyZiE BoNe 11, Aug 12, 2012.

  1. [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n62AFhJmqLo&feature=plcp[/ame]

    I can hardly afford to the pay the piper and the pipers
    lookin for more the crooked sword had me lookin to score
    had me lookin in drawers with a book in the door
    crook on the floor, i wanted more than the kush and the whores

    Then the light went off I went to push in the cord
    I thought the bill wasn't paid but ive been good with the chores
    patiently waitin for grace while I'm escapin the days
    scrapin for pay I guesss I needa way to straightin the grades

    im not ok been achin of pain, prayin in rain
    screamin out loud, forsaken his name taken the blame
    pacin and pacin movin from station to station
    been tastin disgrace as I'm fakin the statements it takes

    shape, make haste but there's nowhere to hide tho, the earth
    that I've come to known has turned my home into a slide show
    where I keep my eyes closed thinkin of my past life
    I use to shine like the flashin sign of my gas light

    and raps like my only escape, I needa take ten
    I rather have none than fake friends, that makes sense
    it's not common tho ive been fallin
    like dominoes wonderin if ill ever even stop it yo


    my life was beautiful, now it's unusual
    start to hate the world and the feelins been mutual
    bitin down to cuticles confined inside a cubicle
    thinkin of ways for my ways to be excusable

    here but removable, facts been disputable
    will it be irrefutable before my funeral
    I call them delusional, they call me un suitable
    feel like I've been judged and on trial like the crucible

    I'm grown now but my thoughts feel juvenile
    mountains ain't budgin my faiths not movable
    the path's not lucrative, but it beats runnin
    like a fugitive, I gotta a hard time just provin it

    exists, rational thoughts out the window
    starin at the ceiling, distrought on my pillow
    I've been broke, been so soaked since the intro
    between heaven and hell man I've been in limbo



    facin a bad situation, heart
    racin, start pacin taught to start praisin
    days in, been escapin with the trade winds
    start to give it up like I have been raised in

    a patient engagement of the old graces
    the ancient places, oh they're so spacious
    it's outrageous, but it's the basis
    of greatness, traced with the face of the pages

    my arteries been apart of me I outta be
    treadin on this thin ice tonight rather cautiously
    in turn the fired burned to a slow smolder
    it froze over, he gave me the cold shoulder

    the fatherly figure, somberly pictured
    that lives lived under poverty do deliever
    streams down the river, dreams of the maker
    it seems we suceed as the seeds of the savior

    love thy neighbor, love thy nature
    died in the chamber, one rise later
    but who created the creator, i waver
    its the suns day, not a day for great labor


    so i take my taperin faith and make haste
    it's been a long road, pace the great race
    to the answers, why is there cancer, why
    is evil pampered while a childs bloods bein transfered

    i question it, can you blame me for bein hesitant?
    it's hard to represent heaven sent with no evidence
    i reminicse that heaven is so excelleant
    the book of genesis couldn't be that testament

    or is it, I wish I could visit, implicit
    trust that it exists so faith wouldn't imprison us
     
  2. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n62AFhJmqLo&feature=plcp]philly- Purgatory (J dilla- Purple Instrumental) - YouTube[/ame]

    I can hardly afford to the pay the piper and the pipers
    lookin for more the crooked sword had me lookin to score
    had me lookin in drawers with a book in the door
    crook on the floor, i wanted more than the kush and the whores

    Then the light went off I went to push in the cord
    I thought the bill wasn't paid but ive been good with the chores
    patiently waitin for grace while I'm escapin the days
    scrapin for pay I guesss I needa way to straightin the grades

    im not ok been achin of pain, prayin in rain
    screamin out loud, forsaken his name taken the blame
    pacin and pacin movin from station to station
    been tastin disgrace as I'm fakin the statements it takes

    shape, make haste but there's nowhere to hide tho, the earth
    that I've come to known has turned my home into a slide show
    where I keep my eyes closed thinkin of my past life
    I use to shine like the flashin sign of my gas light

    and raps like my only escape, I needa take ten
    I rather have none than fake friends, that makes sense
    it's not common tho ive been fallin
    like dominoes wonderin if ill ever even stop it yo


    my life was beautiful, now it's unusual
    start to hate the world and the feelins been mutual
    bitin down to cuticles confined inside a cubicle
    thinkin of ways for my ways to be excusable

    here but removable, facts been disputable
    will it be irrefutable before my funeral
    I call them delusional, they call me un suitable
    feel like I've been judged and on trial like the crucible

    I'm grown now but my thoughts feel juvenile
    mountains ain't budgin my faiths not movable
    the path's not lucrative, but it beats runnin
    like a fugitive, I gotta a hard time just provin it

    exists, rational thoughts out the window
    starin at the ceiling, distrought on my pillow
    I've been broke, been so soaked since the intro
    between heaven and hell man I've been in limbo



    facin a bad situation, heart
    racin, start pacin taught to start praisin
    days in, been escapin with the trade winds
    start to give it up like I have been raised in

    a patient engagement of the old graces
    the ancient places, oh they're so spacious
    it's outrageous, but it's the basis
    of greatness, traced with the face of the pages

    my arteries been apart of me I outta be
    treadin on this thin ice tonight rather cautiously
    in turn the fired burned to a slow smolder
    it froze over, he gave me the cold shoulder

    the fatherly figure, somberly pictured
    that lives lived under poverty do deliever
    streams down the river, dreams of the maker
    it seems we suceed as the seeds of the savior

    love thy neighbor, love thy nature
    died in the chamber, one rise later
    but who created the creator, i waver
    its the suns day, not a day for great labor


    so i take my taperin faith and make haste
    it's been a long road, pace the great race
    to the answers, why is there cancer, why
    is evil pampered while a childs bloods bein transfered

    i question it, can you blame me for bein hesitant?
    it's hard to represent heaven sent with no evidence
    i reminicse that heaven is so excelleant
    the book of genesis couldn't be that testament

    or is it, I wish I could visit, implicit
    trust that it exists so faith wouldn't imprison us​
     
  3. cmon peeps you gotta support some real shit here...
     
  4. What do you mean? You just posted a video and some lyrics, what sort of support were you expecting? Were you looking for feedback, or to make it on the grasscity music section musicians in u subforum?

    I would say the vocals need to be tighter, and a lot of those lines don't make sense to me like the majority of this part, I see where you're going many places but it seems like you're forcing stuff in to make it fit and it's coming out as nonsensical:

    facin a bad situation, heart
    racin, start pacin taught to start praisin
    days in, been escapin with the trade winds
    start to give it up like I have been raised in

    a patient engagement of the old graces
    the ancient places, oh they're so spacious
    it's outrageous, but it's the basis
    of greatness, traced with the face of the pages

    my arteries been apart of me I outta be
    treadin on this thin ice tonight rather cautiously
    in turn the fired burned to a slow smolder
    it froze over, he gave me the cold shoulder

    the fatherly figure, somberly pictured
    that lives lived under poverty do deliever
    streams down the river, dreams of the maker
    it seems we suceed as the seeds of the savior
     

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