Purple Prints

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Title: Purple Prints (Intro) Yo, UpperKase, nahmean? Straight gourmet rap, five-star cuisine Let's get it— (Verse 1) Gold links swing while I chef in the kitchen, Pyrex visions, every bar’s a prescription. Fiends lined up for the quotes that I'm pitchin', Flippin’ syllables like I'm water-whippin’. My mind’s like a Basquiat sketch—raw essence, Broke bread with scholars and kings, learned lessons. Dusty Ave where the camcorders caught tension, I saw brothers turn ghost over weak pensions. Nah, I ain't the type to let my name get smudged, Had to carve it in stone where the greats won’t budge. Mafioso mind, every verse is a grudge, I put ink to the script, watch the pen draw blood. (Chorus) Purple prints on the page, it's a crime scene, Every line mean, tailor-made for the rhyme fiends. Silk robes drag while I'm movin’ through the high beams, UpperKase, let ‘em know it's my time, B. (Verse 2) Slick talker, hold court like Cochran, Let the beat knock like the feds when they clockin’. Feds watchin’, still move like a mobster, Rap game Heisenberg, work in the locker. Told shorty keep the heels on, pop the champagne, Lobster with the butter while I plot my campaign. Still got the hunger, never lost that pain, Every sixteen feel like a shot to the brain. Concrete jungle, wolves hunt when it's cold out, Youngin’ tried to flex, now his jewels got sold out. No doubt, we play chess while they fold out, UpperKase name on the throne, that’s a whole route. (Chorus) Purple prints on the page, it's a crime scene, Every line mean, tailor-made for the rhyme fiends. Silk robes drag while I'm movin’ through the high beams, UpperKase, let ‘em know it's my time, B. (Verse 3) Summertime rooftops, old heads preachin’, I soaked up the game, every gem had a meanin’. Never wrote raps just to flex for the season, This that real life, through the speakers, I’m breathin’. I seen killers turn monks, monks turn heathens, Dollars make saints cross lines for a reason. Same city where the wise get left bleedin’, I move like a ghost, duckin’ feds for the treason. They love me ‘cause I rhyme like it’s 9-5 crime, Hand-to-hand hustle, every bar is designed. Upper echelon, my aura shine divine, Make a mic bleed when I scribble out lines. (Outro) Yo, I been doin’ this since short days and long nights, nahmean? Cuban link thoughts, dreams weighed on the triple beam. UpperKase, let's go

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1 year ago

BneNew

1 year ago

TOUGH 😮‍💨 turn your vocals up Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

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11 months ago

TOO HOT 🚒