Vakill - Til the World Blows Up Lyrics
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    Til the World Blows Up

    [Verse 1]
    If scars was tattoos with better stories
    So much trauma scribed on my melon mob you liable to find tribal design tumors
    That contain best selling novels, so much pain cursed my adolescence
    That I can count my outer blessings on one hand
    I was shook to the bone when informed of the three slugs you took to the dome
    Just slammed and broke the hook to the phone
    Teared up and let a couple trickle
    Before retaliation could start cops knocked him and slammed him with a double nickel
    Twelve years later stil not complacent tools
    I cock I'm pacing impatiently awaiting to snap off for obvious reasons
    Grew up with G's who's hobby is squeezing, hell probably is freezing
    Peep said it'd be a cold day before we part
    Yeah you prone to violence, just not to start provoking acts
    You was smarter folks than that, especially to lose your life
    Over a Starter coat and hat, I'm stil heated so what
    Your pain is my pain, until the world blows up

    [Hook 2X]
    (Til the world blow up) I remain the same no matter life's obstacles
    (Til the world blow up) I will shine for us all if it's quite possible
    Til God calls me home and the caskets closed
    And no longer can serenade my dogs with these classic flows

    [Verse 2]
    We were both raised studying rhymes and scriptures and the street rules to the game
    And the game deeply embeds and tarnished jewels on your brain
    The ghetto reflects us, from doo-rags to school metal detectors
    To earning what you rightfully deserve is irrelevant
    Cause now we only settle for extras, if not then jumped up charging
    Got affiliates that shot at slumped up sergeants
    Just to avoid trumped up charges, kept my head stern
    Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ???
    Funerals became annual, we all studied from the same rule book
    And stil lost numerous to the game's manual
    Supreme has the power, any dirt when added up
    And multiplied by 7 equals the Grapes of Wrath is sour
    For all I know you might hate me, cause I ain't been able to write
    Or send you a kite lately Just getting my mind right
    So I can walk through this life straightly
    And live see my little girl grow up
    But you stil my dog until the world blow up

    [Hook 2X]

    [Verse 3]
    Until I see if the price of the happiness your deserve is cheap
    As long as you embed these words deep
    And can cinematically see the world from a worm's eye view at a bird's peak
    Life occurs blurred, bleak sometimes but regardless of how sour the Kool-Aid is though
    It could stil be stirred sweet, there ain't no guarantees
    Except that them taxes in a world that attacks tactless
    But I'mma get full access to its axis
    And take the weight of the world off your shoulders and put it on my back like atlas
    The incompatibleness of me and your moms
    Is something that we deny greatly, we ain't eye to eye lately
    The concept of not being there to guide you through life safely
    Is the reason me, myself, and I hate me irately
    We love each other but after mating the result is the pitas of a queen stinger
    And stil our dear relationship goes swing slinger
    Before death had a chance to do us part
    Fate had flipped us off with the ring finger
    And that's the reason deaths celebrated and birth's mourned
    But I'mma always love you first born
    From diapers until you casket bound with black skirt on
    Til the world in your beautiful eyes stops spinning and blows up and the earths gone

    [Hook 2X]

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