[Verse 1] I'm the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (WHOA!) Clips to
Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits Fully armed spit, my palm slick with this engraved Vakill
A pastor for 16 years in the hood Known for steering all my troubled peers to the good Made sure God's word appeared understood So those that didn't believe
enough to spank Christ And ain't shit sweet bitch, only suge' in my tanks knight Niggaz asking 'When is Va gon bling?' Or 'When is Vakill gon establish
nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission One reason why the presence of a Vakill
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[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
[Verse 1] Staring at this old show flyer Seems our reputations couldn't get no higher The first time we marquee as headlining acts rewinding back To the
[Vakill] I was the nicest for at least the last six months Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex and didnt have to ask Stick once Penned
[Verse 1] The moment you squeezed the trigger, I felt dissed How the hell could you be so selfish, the current events that led up to this moment You masqueraded
Translation: Vakill. Fallen.
Translation: Vakill. Acts Of Vengeance.
Translation: Vakill. Worst Fears Confirmed.
Translation: Vakill. Til The World Blows Up.
Translation: Vakill. Cry You A River.
Translation: Vakill. The Flyer.
