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Purple
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R&B/Soul
Purple was released on September 23, 2002 by Columbia as a part of the album The Lost Tapes
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Release DateSeptember 23, 2002
LabelColumbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer, Lyrics
Tommie Spearman
Tommie Spearman
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hill, Inc.
Hill, Inc.
Producer
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Crause
Kevin Crause
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Light it, uh
Light it up, uh
[Verse 2]
The whole city is mine, pretty as dawn
I don't like the way P Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers
Why it's mentioned in my rhymes, ****
It's just a intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it, or dump it
Writing across the stomach spell God, son
Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan
Matter fact it's harder than most can imagine
Most of my **** packed in correctional facilities
Half of them passed on, mack strong couple of ****
Made a ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block
Where they used to stand at, somebody's taken they place
A younger man, perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible
A thug dies, another steps inside his shoes
And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle
I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple
[Verse 3]
Light it, light it, uh, yeah
Light up, light up, uh
[Verse 4]
Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about **** who got things
Y'all ready yo **** this momma
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up
You're molding soldiers to pull
Quick, and always look behind his shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you
Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs with you, even now that's ready
Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you, but behind your back
They pray for the day a **** hit your heart
And ambulances take you away
That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose son's you've **** and you ain't got a cut on your face
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard
The heat is God, somebody tell these shorties
Reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars
Holdin' a mirror, lookin' down a tier, a jail
Makin' weapons to ****
Smoke three tokes, pour more Henny
He size what eyes that's seen a war too many
Cold blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke
State of mind is purple
[Verse 5]
Light up, light up, light up, uh
Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh
Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh
[Verse 6]
These hot headed youngsters always get into trouble
Reactin' to before thinkin', they easily irritated
And **** premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin'
When we should be climbin'
In a nut shell, it's just jail
Sales, lookin' for diamonds **** rewind us
Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science
People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd
And on the grounds, a young soldier
With meat hangin' out him
Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'
Or did I just see a **** shoot another **** face in?
It's a ugly nation
Cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of suspect faces
It's usually two or three **** who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up
Then someone a snitch
A divided fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of **** that's covered with orange hair
This color purple, I'll make Whoopie gimme that ****
Yo Cealy, Oprah, and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness
Too much of anything will hurt you
So my state of mind's all purple
Written by: Nasir Jones, Tommie Spearman
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