A Life Worth Killing

Voli: What have I become? There’s nothing as real as what I’m ‘bout to say I guess I was different, I’m in a position to stretch all the limits, I say, “namaste” Does nobody feel him? With time disappearing, I’m hear bodybuilding, always on my whey (way) Never arriving, it’s bogus, should I be a god or a soldier Could’ve been riding the tail of another, but I am no Tagalong, I’m a Samoa You know him as Voli (Ayyy) C’mon, you know him as Voli, uh huh, yah, yah Yes, I was tall, couldn’t dunk, never balled But, now I’m on the up and up, like I’m seven foot four See life is pain, but the pain breeds life like a circle Don’t let it hurt you, eventually it’ll merk ya Tell em rah, rah, rah I can’t relate to nobody Everybody here’s a dick or sucking on somebody, yah know? Twitter preaching, no degree but you teaching And giving Lifestyle lessons, homie, save it for your penis I’m good, just turned thirty, had whisky and a cigar Next day, I was throwin up like a Latin King in a brawl Whew, can’t drink like I used to A little less alcohol, but I still handle these bars It’s Nouveau, the face of difference, a generation of misfits Best shit that they’ve never heard of, my flow is better than cursive Ey, Victor, today we learn ‘em, fuck handouts, no need for Jergens No major, but major earnings emerging, my flame is burning internal I’ll break this wall with a wrecking ball and these verses till I die Cuz if a life’s worth living, it should be murdered It should be murdered, cuz if a life’s worth living, it should be murdered I dreamt a pretty nightmare Skeletons in the closet eat through my flesh A succubus in the mirror Put it up on the ceiling, baby, fuck success Can you hear that sound? Can you hear that sound? Well, that’s the sound of my beginning Ohhh no, yeah Ming: Teardrops that fall From his eyes off the side of a mountain Baptize my soul I am a salt water child Niagra falls They ain't gonna get me Cause barrels protect me Can you hear that sound? Ya hear that sound? Voli: The Wall is your gloryhole, cumming, I drill em I’m all in your mouth, baby, fuck all your feelings Cuz my life is sweeter, the garden of eden I chose the Big Apple and I started eating Some dummies I know never made it and looky They live through another like Swayze and Whoopie But I don’t intend to kneel for no handouts That fire burning, lemme camp out And go in so hard, I stand out Never leave hip hop but I branch out And my trees sprout, tell Oprah, I’m the brand new Deepak And that’s deep as Pac Ain’t worried ‘bout money or celebrity That there’ll be a given like charity So I pay the dues till I change it all Let’s change together, what you waitin for, hah?