Lyrics If This Doesn't Kill Me - Vel The Wonder

If This Doesn't Kill Me

Yo, let this shit take over my brain
And everyday flowin' again
And I’m flowing again, a nah nah
Yo, let this shit take over my brain
And everyday I’m going insane…
You couldn’t grasp what I have to say
Master assassinate
Don’t let me make you feel like you don’t understand, ask away
This is an origin in which I’m derived from
Standing in front of tables with food I’m deprived from
Looking like a waiter but really I’m taking orders
Serving up emcees with Latin flavor like the border
They questioning they sons
But answering to a daughter
Thinking this the end of (hah).
This is the start of marauder the tomcat
Slaughtering problems so modestly
Probably causing a change
The way I see these cats depositing they cash
Her murderous raps, they do laps
She’ll eat up ya saving savings account
Don’t bet on her, don’t do that
Badder than all of this fuckery
Lady Luck still ain’t fuckin' me
More like Lucy and that’s when she isn’t loosely confronting me
Id rather smoke a stogie to kill me faster
And off me with my glasses on
So I can still work on my mastering (uh)…
And if this shit doesn’t kill me yo what will… uh.
Cus if this shit doesn’t kill me yo what will?
So let me tell you like this
I’m not a superhero of any sort
More like a villain and even that, yo I’m really short
I played ball growing up so I know my sport
I hustled halls during lunch so I know my court
Second grade slanging my momma’s sketches for a quarter
Till someone hated on a sister and had to report her
And then it all made sense to me
It ain’t about making a 10 cent piece
It’s 'bout making the memories
So I took upon my own pen and began flourish
Into a journey of the illest mysteries
Otherwise known as life and death, she’s a confusing bitch
But ill still make her my wife, and friend
And back then, I was a new booty
Tryna get my flow into a groovy zone
Rememberin' hoochies chirpin'
On groupie phones
Cus several birds like to flock like a feather
Not a lot of homies I remember but we still meeting up
Once a year like September, it’s usually in the summer
Cus it’s warm in the San Gabriel Valley, call her Thundercrack Ally
Cus her brains rattle, her bones shake
Yo catch me on the outskirts
One up, lates.
And if this shit doesn’t kill me
Yo what will?
I said nothing.
And if this shit doesn’t kill me yo what will?
I stayed on top of my art like a cop rolling a stop.
illegal as fuck
Slavery’s obsolete yet my freedom is what?(Bullshit)
I stay questioning the circumstances
In my own environment
Pressured to look different, but never are they hiring
Unless I pull back my bangs and cover up my baggage
Cus never are they fuckin' with savages killin' on lavish tone
Break her ass, smack her bones
Leave her in a deadly state
My mental state of mind will never devastate
We moving a step forward onto the train tracks
Got me to stop and wonder and pause on how my names fat
So is it truth to be held behind the four letters
Original taste when vela’s her name
Never gets better and here I am
Stuck on my chance
Balancing my ass on a tight rope
Flipping my pants cus I might roll
Step on the sidewalk sideshow
And do the funky metropolitan walk in my night clothes
And my eyes low, Period light flow
I’m coming at them weak cats with the serious mic hold to choke
And fuck it, I’m feeling god
Cus yelling and running was never my style, I’m here to walk (uh).