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Purgatory the EP

by Knucklez

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They Don't Want the Fire 01:46
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The don't want the fire They just want the shells. Lazy ass pussies Open up for Uncle L. Two pistols in my palms Shaped like Cool James. Ladies love me too Usually duckin through dames. They don't want the choir They just want the bells. Get they heads ringing Like when smokers rip through sales. I be snorkeling wit the sails In the islands off the bails. I don't sweat no jails Cuz I'm always wit the bails. They don't want the fire They don't want the flames. They don't want the tyrant They don't want the pain. They just want retirement They just want some space. I'm tryna get in close And open up a face. They don't want the violence They don't want the sins. I showed the world how I live Always wit the grips. Always wit the whips Probably whipping in my whip. Smokers in the backseat Burning testers off the dish. They don't want the pyrex They just want a Dish. Ain't willing to take a risk To live the way they wish. I rather die on my feet Than hiding like a bitch. That's why my shit all public Come get what you give. They don't want the nurses They don't want the visits. They don't want the doctors Praying that they live. They don't want the Stitches Hit a face wit a brick. Kilos in my bag When running out ya crib. They don't want the fire They just wanna smoke. I'm the melting pot They just a little glow. An ember in the dark I'm the volcano in the snow. Once I blow my top The red is gonna flow. They don't want the lava They don't want the heat. They don't want the trauma Unit pulling sheets. I make a eunuch wit this piece Shoot above his knees. I'm the tutor of the streets They ain't passin me.
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Heathrow 02:47
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You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow Each nozzle that he throw Leaves holes like he leave hoes. Gaped 5 inches On the pole til they see poles. That stick in ya face Like Krampus plus ghost of Christmas fuckin past I make ya caskets out coal dust. You might know them rappers But you don't know us. Talk in third person I'm the legion of culture. The reason you toast up The reason you roast up. Lighting blunts off the blickie Put it steaming in holsters. Clear out the block Like A-TEAM go postal. Hit it the wop And pop they are all ghost guns. Philly know me well I hit the their pots while they smoke up. They dizzy in the kitchen And think it's cops when I roll up. Head to toe armor Black talons and flash bangs. Zip tie ya homies Ransack ya stash pads. I jump for them squares Yell king me like checker's. Might bump ya squares In the drive thru at Checkers. You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow Each bible that we wrote Contained some heroes. Figments of some fiction While they were high off weed smoke. I smoke anointing oils Roll in Bibles and keep toast. The body of Christ Off ya chest when I hear those. It sizzle on ya taco meat Like oil and heat stones. When my Choppa speak Expose the ribs he broke. Over fibs that he spoke Revolver grips gone see smoke. Lay him in the box Season him wit sea salt. I'm a living fucking legend Italian aristocrats. I'll blow through like Ghibellines A calico kicking caps. Biting all you kitten cats Wiping off bigger gats. Burner phones for street moves wipe em and ditching that. Which murder you was a witness to We don't believe you. My pics in all the gang books Of government people's. I been than Capo Since long before Jim Jones. And that's my fuckin homie Dont twist it I speak grown. You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow You know I'ma a heat thrower These Eagles hit Webelos. I clear out the jects Like nozzles at Heathrow
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50 Cans Out 02:29
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Running out ya trap house cocaine in a bath towel. Call me Mr Grinch Known for making man frown. Known for laying man down Sleepy time is planned out. Sand all gone Can't peep this kind of planned route. Point the Eagles at ya man now Ya team be yellin man down. I'm pulling up like Diddy Gimme all ya bands now. Or you wanna catch a 50 son I got them cans out. Shaking em like Vivi At Curtis wit his pants down. Change ya smirk or I'll hurt Beat ya face til it's purple. I have you hittin high notes Like MJ plus Urkle. I stay gone off that purple Off that sour off that pupil. You can see it my pupils You should all be my pupils. I teach you how to do this Like colleges and schools kid. First you get you two grips And learn how to use em. It's murder no confusion Make his head ring from the deuces. Make sure you ain't squeemish If you go to do this. The right fuckin hit Can buy a new life wit two cribs. Six whips eight chains Vacays on a cruise ship. Caribbean islands Maldives wit two chicks. Just sign ya soul on the line And go collect what you wish. Them moves I make on Google Was done ten months sooner. Im in the fast lane gunnin They hate can just consume em. 20 bands in the window Anytime you see my arm. And that thing on my lap So you know what type of shit I'm on. Running out ya trap house cocaine in a bath towel. Call me Mr Grinch Known for making man frown. Known for laying man down Sleepy time is planned out. Sand all gone Can't peep this kind of planned route. Point the Eagles at ya man now Ya team be yellin man down. I'm pulling up like Diddy Gimme all ya bands now. Or you wanna catch a 50 son I got them cans out. Shaking em like Vivi
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Pull a Trigga Like Me 03:03
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So you wanna be A hitta like me. Leave em soaked in their tees Pull a trigga like me. Even got the vest Even got the jeans. Even got himself a blicka Look mean like me. First rule of shooting Clean that breach. If ya shit get dirty And you take squeeze. It won't pretty In the streets like fiends. That blowback crack Leave ya face on the scene. Now we cleared up What ya fate won't be. To smear an ear right You need corn like cheese. Shit cost cake Shaking infrared beams. But the payments won't be late If he don't still breathe. Next rule of shooters Before you take aim. Make sure you ready To fire that thing. Then you line the sights Then you take a breath. Then you hear the click pop And you know the rest. So you wanna be A hitta like me Pull a trigga like me Then scape that scene. You want ya cash bigger No case like briefs. But to skate that street It's gonna take some wheels So you wanna be A hitta like me. Leave em soaked in their tees Pull a trigga like me. Even got the vest Even got the jeans. Even got himself a blicka Look mean like me. Once you know he dead It's time to get the fuck out. Plan your moves ahead Map out many fuckin routes. Might hop a fence And find someone at their house. Now you got a witness And they got a mouth. Don't sweat it now Treat em like a mouse. Come back and set a trap That have em bleeding out the mouth. You catching what I said You need to run it out. Practice all your plays And you'll be needing fuckin mounds. Big piles of dough Big fuckin house. Don't ever let em flip you Turn yo gun around. To be a hitta like me Wit a trigga like me. You'll need a three piece g Get it fitted like me. Last rule of shooting Never tell a soul. It's between you that man And that little fuckin hole. That bullet that contract That little fuckin note. That the rich man sent That made you clear your fuckin throat. So you wanna be A hitta like me. Leave em soaked in their tees Pull a trigga like me. Even got the vest Even got the jeans. Even got himself a blicka Look mean like me. So you wanna be A hitta like me. Leave em soaked in their tees Pull a trigga like me. Even got the vest Even got the jeans. Even got himself a blicka Look mean like me.
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MUFON Bruno 01:51
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My fleet of cars be having bitches calling MUFON Spaceships in the street I'm a product of a group home. Mommy taught me well I just went hard for two tones. Smoke over grey I ain't parking bitch the roof gone. My fleet of cars be having bitches calling MUFON Spaceships in the street I'm a product of a group home. Mommy taught me well I just went hard for two tones. Smoke over grey I ain't parking bitch the roof gone. Made millions off the game If I like I cop two those. I'm outta pocket ballin single Might be back wit two hoes. Never know who knows Seen fiends drop wit blue nose. Cold stiff as ice Middle of summer it was June bro. I used to play the crack house Couple O's made magic carpet. Smokers geekin walkin Couple sniffers in the closet. They'll be shooters too They're just scared to try it. They kinda scared of dying But when bottom comes they'll find it. I bottle up like wine shit Jabbers jabbing Bruno. That's the potent brown If you've had it once then you know. Might need some narcan And maybe a couple lawmen. They wipe the needles off then Evidence you gone man. My fleet of cars be having bitches calling MUFON Spaceships in the street I'm a product of a group home. Mommy taught me well I just went hard for two tones. Smoke over grey I ain't parking bitch the roof gone. My fleet of cars be having bitches calling MUFON Spaceships in the street I'm a product of a group home. Mommy taught me well I just went hard for two tones. Smoke over grey I ain't parking bitch the roof gone.
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I'm Immortal 05:06
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I'm immortal Open portals Come floating through the morgue doors No morals Morticians needing more drawers No mortal That hollow hit my head I moved forward I'm immortal That means you can't slay me. It means you can't play me It means you can't save me. I roll like Highlander Both steels off safety. I'm immortal That means you can't change me. That means you can't stain me It means you can't grave me. The steam from these cans Can cook ya ass to gravy. Or it's hooked up to hoses Nurses watch the thing beep. Herstals watch the face cease Then it's hearses wit them things creased. Beat that fuckers ass. Pack ya fist wit quarters Leave em leaking in the grass. Bleeding in the dirt Like the needles and the glass. Bust that fuckin pipe Like it's freezing in the land. Give him seizures wit these hands Have his preacher needing bags. Gotta book a flight To bring the heathen back. I'm the demon in the math Watching evil run it's path. Counting up my cash Sealing it wit bands. Manicured Bills crisp. I build lists Who to kill hit. I run up ya building And bust it front of children. Have ya muscles ripped and spilling Organs like it's building. Suspense The hypes up. I have you suspended Over ice tubs. Waterboarding I'm immortal like guns. I'm a scorer you're a whore who Like ones. I'm immortal Open portals Come floating through the morgue doors No morals Morticians needing more drawers No mortal That hollow hit my head I moved forward I'm immortal That means you can't slay me. It means you can't play me It means you can't save me. I roll like Highlander Both steels off safety. I'm immortal That means you can't change me. That means you can't stain me It means you can't grave me. The steam from these cans Can cook ya ass to gravy. Or it's hooked up to hoses Nurses watch the thing beep. Herstals watch the face cease Then it's hearses wit them things creased. Immortal Definition. He who can't be killed And always end up winning. I'm a patriot No New England. No new beginnings Touch my dough you finished. I'm pulling out the hooks Spinning bowls wit the cinders. I will burn ya fuckin bread Bake ya pies til they're finished. I'll have you in a duffle In my trunk wit the muzzles. Ask around Philly I'm the one wit the guns pulled. I been shot more times Than 50 plus Young Dolph. And King Von And Triple X. I triple checks And get MO3. I keep what I've killed I'm Big Joe. Have you up in Gallo's While we sipping Gallo's. My drip game right Furs down to towel robes. Fendi Gucci Spend it loosely Only get the two seat. Only one life Pick up Jigga get the movie. I'm immortal Open portals Come floating through the morgue doors No morals Morticians needing more drawers No mortal That hollow hit my head I moved forward I'm immortal That means you can't slay me. It means you can't play me It means you can't save me. I roll like Highlander Both steels off safety. I'm immortal That means you can't change me. That means you can't stain me It means you can't grave me. The steam from these cans Can cook ya ass to gravy. Or it's hooked up to hoses Nurses watch the thing beep. Herstals watch the face cease Then it's hearses wit them things creased.
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Omega Male Music 02:23
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This Omega Male music I get heavy mail I'm moving. Bought a couple cribs Might shoot a few movies. Everyday I'm ooooweee Heavy draped in Louis. Sipping on tequila Not every grape is Louis. But these rappers all wine I'm burning cheese like a flame. I capture ya whole line Murder please na I'm sadist. Take this grease pot from bacon Make skin drip from facials. I plot moves and make em Nucky Fisher pages. Better take notes The streets is always waiting. Make moves nonstop Life's a breeze when you make it. Happen offa trappin Often rappin nothing's magic. Take the life by the balls I mean cut them shits n snatch em. Call me Dr Pol Stay putting metal in an ass. I leave these assholes prolapsed Dripping out the back. Build a whole rack Of mounted human skulls. The preda tore is back To count em as they roll. This that Met rail music Pissy sewer dope fiends shooting. We ain't fuckin movers But you know we move it. They nodding round the city From Erie down to Malcolm. My name in lights around the city They hear me and they shout it. Don't fear me just be bout it We hear you but we doubt it. Talkin all that gangster shit I'll put ya jewelry on my counter. I'll weigh ya shit and count it While ya blood squirt like fountain. That's why it's called blood money And Nucky always Countin. I'll cook you off ya phone That's why they call it carte blanche. Took a rappers heart once Ate it a la carte bruh. Best in ya city prove it Bloody Knucklez is a movement. My fans be popping up Around the world bless my music. They hear the pain I contain Behind the yellow tapes and shootings. They all think they safe Til I come jogging up in Pumas. Which coffin why you choose it Is it Christian or is it Jewish? I'll probably just burn you Like Scottish kings be doin.

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released December 11, 2021

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Knucklez Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Now understanding his younger ways errors he expresses his pain through the Mic in every facet.
After walking away from a 22 year career as a chef and walking away from the streets as one of it's few long term survivors. He has found himself in entertainment.
Knucklez learned that sometimes walking away is really just finding your way back to living
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