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TR-ill (Deluxe edition) Limited Edition 12" Vinyl
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
The Purist Returns…This time with the deluxe edition of his TR-ILL project on 12" vinyl. Featuring Danny Brown, Sean Price, Havoc (Of Mobb deep) Big Twinz as well as vinyl debut from Cult London Mc CAS & Soul-Trap pioneer Chicago's MC Tree.
Limited to 300 holographically numbered
copies word wide, with artwork my Mr Krum
Includes unlimited streaming of The Purist - TR-ill
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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'Jealousy' - Limited Edition 7" Vinyl
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Super limited, holographically numbered pressing of 300 units on 7" black virgin vinyl. Full colour artwork with printed inner sleeves by Mr Krum, taking it's inspiration from European library label Montparnasse.
Side A: The Purist Ft: Danny Brown - 'Jealosy'
Side B: The Purist Ft: Big Twins, Havoc & Sean Price - 'Cold Hearts'
Includes unlimited streaming of The Purist - TR-ill
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
The cheddar breed jealousy
The cheddar breed jealousy
Especially if that man fucked up
[Verse 1]
Y'all don’t know where I come from, nigga
You don’t know what I’ve been through, ho
Said I wasted my time, huh?
Look bitch, I done told you so
I done got on my own shit
I ain’t need your help, though
Bitch, I know I did it
You ain’t gotta tell me so
I done come a long way, I’m grindin’, grindin’
Really, I ain’t really have shit
Now your bitch see me shinin’, prime-timin’
And she all up on my dick
‘Cause she know I’m ballin’, ballin’
J. J. Redick comin’ off that pick
Sex text pics, open up her mouth
And my dick is about to go swish
Bitch, it’s… Danny Motherfuckin’ Brown
And you know I’m in beast mode
So bitch go run them c-notes
She come through naked in a pea coat
‘Cause she know she about to deep throat
Rubbin’ on her clit, playin’ with her pee hole
Lookin’ like she playin’ Guitar Hero
You niggas ain’t in my league, ho
My flows so damn illegal
No nigga, you ain’t my amigo
No senor, you no chico
I do not speak no Spanish
So I don’t know what that mean, yo
I met this Filipino, and she was jalapeño
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Get up off of your ass, nigga
Worried about my fuck, boy
I don’t love that bitch
Ho just my fuck toy
Got the game in an uproar
Y’all are lames and so boring
Now your bitch got her tits out
Tryna get my laundry - oh boy!
I’m on some other shit
‘Cause y’all done got me fucked up
Y’all don’t know who y’all fuckin’ with
I’m a Linwood nigga ‘til I’m dead in the grave
Detroit techno, shootin’ up raves
Nigga’d I will take it back in the day
Don’t make me go back to that nigga in the braids
Raised around Ks, but a nigga escaped
So bitch-nigga, don’t make me take that bait
Niggas in the hood got love for me
No Limits, Skull Duggery
So I’m just tryna smoke my weed
Tell me where the hoes at
All up in my cell phone
Nigga you already know that
So I’mma call some hoes up
Tell ‘em bring some drink through
We gon’ have a party
Call the pill man up fool
So let's all get fucked up
‘Cause we ain’t worried ‘bout it
Smokin’ on that Master P
Bitch we ‘bout it, ‘bout it
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