Intro: D Smoke 
Mm, Supa Good 
Inglewood 

Verse 1: D Smoke 
Purple rain fallin' down on a prince of the coast where the sun shine 
All year 'round (Mm) 
Purple haze over landscapes, still I hydrate in a lunch line 
With the smog and clouds (What?) Start me out (Uh) 
This song's in the key of life and love is in need of more 
Young nigga from Inglewood, barefoot on a cedar floor 
If black music is the blood, then my heart has been beatin' more 
Rapidly, happily, I look back on Afeni Shakur 
Her son paved the way, now all eyes on me 
'Cause I'm young, black and gifted, Nina, all eyes gon' see 
If you swung back when faced with a challenge that's meant to break you, unbalanced 
Scales, you ain't average, now throw your hands on three 
Go on and put 'em up for 

Chorus: Jackie Gouche, D Smoke & Both 
Black magic, black excellence 
Black habits, this black medicine, everything 
Black Chucks, black tux, everything, everything 
Black hug, black love, everything 
Praise black Jesus, play black Moses 
Give 'em flowers while they still here, black roses, everything 
Black tie, black ride, everything, everything 
Black pride, black lives, everything (Ah-ah-ah) 

Post-Chorus: D Smoke
Skin noir, friends noir, here you are, black
Everything you need, better believe you are that (Say it)
Skin noir, friends noir, here you are, black, every—

Verse 2: D Smoke
Every time they hear this, they gon' say "He made a anthem"
Life ain't a panda, shit ain't black and white, it's a canvas
Spike Lee your dreams and Bruce Lee your tantrums
To beat that bullshit and go Michael Jordan, go Samson
Knock down the walls around me, strong and dark and so handsome, uh
Everything around me is shinin' dark and the time is divine
I found a spark, when the clouds leak and the rain fall and I found peace
I'm black as the concrete, black as the street that's lined with the palm trees
I'm black as the night sky when you broke and your bread and your bacon just don't meet
Black as the bottom of Chuck Taylors, black on some "Fuck haters"
Black as the burned rubber hittin' donuts in front of the store where two months later
They got stopped and the cops found a black burner underneath the seat on some Nat Turner
Black as the judge robe when the case closed, now your life on the back burner

Chorus: Jackie Gouche, D Smoke & Both
Black magic (Black magic), black excellence (Black excellence)
Black habits (Black habits), this black medicine (Yeah), everything
Black Chucks, black tux, everything, everything
Black hug, black love, everything
Praise black Jesus (Yeah), play black Moses (Hah)
Give 'em flowers while they still here, black roses, everything
Black tie, black ride, everything, everything
Black pride, black lives, everything (Ah-ah-ah)