| Song | Til the World Blows Up |
| Artist | Vakill |
| Album | The Darkest Cloud |
| 作曲 : Mason, Vakill, Zamudio | |
| If scars was tattoos with better stories | |
| So much trauma scribed on my melons marbles 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 | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| (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 | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [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 Imma 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 Imma 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 | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuò qǔ : Mason, Vakill, Zamudio | |
| If scars was tattoos with better stories | |
| So much trauma scribed on my melons marbles 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 | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| 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 doorags 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 nbsp??? | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| 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 KoolAid is though | |
| It could stil be stirred sweet, there ain' t no guarantees | |
| Except that them taxes in a world that attacks tactless | |
| But Imma 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 Imma 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 | |
| Chorus x2 |