[Verse 1: Motive]

Me and Purpose raised a possum, city stares

Now I feel their eyes burnin’ when the city stares

Gritty hands in my pocket, I ain’t a fuckin’ millionaire

They’re tryin’ to take what is ours like they didn’t care

But life’s too short to ever be patient

Let alone, spend it with strangers

I don’t have enough time to be neglected or favoured

No time to regret any sentence or statement

And that’s why, every time I put my pen to the paper

I write exactly what I know that I’m never mistakin’ it

Don’t worry about bein’ accepted or rated

‘Cause, nine out of ten times, you’re in the presence of haters

Yeah, I find it harder to represent

When the heads I wanna see play live are already dead

Yeah, hip-hop’s in a state of emergency

On my deathbed, laughin’ in the face of a [?]

[Hook: Purpose & Motive]

One’s for the old-school that built it from scratch

Two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back

They say three’s for the people who live in a breather

Then four’s for you so we gotta dig a bit deeper

One’s for the old-school that built it from scratch

Two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back

They say three’s for the people who live in a breather

Then four’s for you

[Verse 2: Purpose]

We struck twice for the dust, hit the ground and settled

‘Round a clock, whole face drowsed in petrol

Let the bass drown out the treble

The ground’ll tremble when the dogs let up out the kennel

We gonna make the world march to the beat of one drum

Turn the light on the roaches, see ‘em all run

Spark up the fuse, see the world jump

He who runs against us go sure to first blood

‘Cause there’s a lot of politics involved

They don’t wanna see you rise, they wanna see you fall

You gotta sound like this if you wanna fit the mould

Fuck them, I spit from the bottom of my soul

Priorities have changed, the economy’s evolved

Got their hands in your pockets while they offerin’ you gold

I doubt we’ll ever see that problem get resolved

But I won’t rest till my brother sees gold, it goes:

[Hook: Purpose & Motive]

One’s for the old-school that built it from scratch

Two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back

They say three’s for the people who live in a breather

Then four’s for you so we gotta dig a bit deeper

One’s for the old-school that built it from scratch

Two’s for the new-school, bringin’ it back

They say three’s for the people who live in a breather

Then four’s for you