Lil Purple – The Format (remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Hey yo its Purp man living higher than the atmosphere
Better pass the weed before my temper severs past severe
Six pack of beer, and a couple dutch masters yeah
As we head into the supposed disaster year
Buckle up for the ride it’s gonna be a bumpy one
I get jumpy like a junkie when I’m on my monkey funk
Purp’s Palace in the jeeps GPS
I don’t believe in this shit its all b.s
I keep it Melo like the New York Knicks, Nike kicks
For the win like Mike Jordan in 1996
Rest in peace smokin’ Joe, so in honor of your name
I’mma smoke some dro that packs a punch straight to the brain

Knock you out one by one, championship won
Grant me one wish and I’mma get shit done

Rest in peace Big Pun, I’m raising hell like Run
Rhymes tougher than leather, my era just begun

Man I storm like the weather, my team stays together
And I never say never, I rap forever clever
For those who don’t know man my name Purplias
Smokin weed so high all the time you see my eyelids
Only lilacs straight violets and I’m flying with the pilots
On a mission to the vision quit missing man I’m rising
Sharp lyrics like a spear is, don’t fear it like a spirit
And I’m shifting gears on this Premier beat, so try to steer me

[Hook]

This the motherfuckin Format
So before you walk in wipe your shoes on the motherfuckin doormat [x4]

[Verse 2]

Hey yo it’s Purple man back above the atmosphere
With a dash of hash blasting Nas through my plastic ears
I never sank below the spaceships in the stratosphere
Waiting for the right time to ignite my rap career
I say the time is now, I’m high above the ground
And there ain’t no looking down I’m on my hunt like a hound
I’m puffing blunt clouds and punching dumb scouts
In the first round of the bout, a technical knockout
There’s no exit once you step into Purp’s ring
I’m always working, spitting like a baby burping
I got swag like Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All
I let my mind spill my thoughts through the ink ball
I’m on my crystals you can call me crash bandicoot
Smoking on the dankest danks call that the Panda Fruit
And if you hand two dutches to me I split the crease
And fill it with the sweet sticky, and then breathe
(Pause)
Ok I’m not finished yet, so I jump in like a trampoline
Rolling up more joints than Miss Jolie, Angeline
Fly like a peregrine, hazy from the tangerine
If I could have one wish I’d say, Mary Jane please marry me
Enjoy yourself and welcome to the fuckin mixtape
Acirfa all the way so grab ya headphones and then click play
Cause this the motherfucking Format
So before you walk in wipe your shoes on the motherfuckin doormat

[Hook]

This the motherfuckin Format
So before you walk in wipe your shoes on the motherfuckin doormat [x4]

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