Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If This Doesn't Kill Me , by - Vel The Wonder. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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). |