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The Worth
- My life’s perspective continues to change,
- People think metrics causes their verses to range,
- Well that’s a lie, numbers are just for conformists,
- I burst out of bubbles and transcend the orbit,
- Overtime, sober minds dwindle into drunkenness,
- Young teens and adults turn to nothingness,
- And it’s sad, imagine the face of mom and dad,
- Lookin’ at you drunk, tight close wrapped your ass,
- Young boys always reachin’ for sex real fast,
- Goddamnit, can you just love instead of that,
- It’s disgusting, I can’t express it any further,
- Y’all just gotta know there’s more than sex fervor,
- When my rhymes turn to dust and my flesh decays,
- I’ll have “The Realest” calligraphied on my grave
- They already talkin’, “Kalli just not the same”
- Cuz I went left field like gappers in a game,
- Experimented slang, it’s all from Wu Tang,
- So if you dislike it, call those nine members lame,
- But I’m no gangsta, but I know that you don’t bang,
- Conformists and number crunchers always talkin’
- They want dead poets, to be honest it’s awesome,
- Humans want humans dead, it’s exhaustin’,
- I wish I could drive by myself from here to Austin,
- Smooth boom bap with some J Dilla trumpets,
- Pass by Boston, dine me with vanilla crumpets,
- So delicious, brush the crumbs from my stubble
- They sayin’ “Kalli never went through a struggle”,
- Fuck that, I’m not gonna fade and get in trouble,
- They say “Kalli you lazy, get yourself cleaned up!”
- What! A king can lounge for a minute here bruh,
- Grow a little gut, just ‘joying the fruits of my labour,
- What’s next, y’all gon say I can’t spend my paper,
- Wow, let me sit back and recline and write lines,
- Sip six packs and dine with cherry fine wine,
- Ah
- PK is loyal, but Ras is more royal,
- That’s the way of life,
- Some just better in the ways they write,
- Some convey stories better than others,
- But some stories just appeal to many brothers,
- So what’s better huh? Do you want recognition,
- Or let yourself talk in only a solo position,
- Where no emotions can grow from the critics,
- Don’t matter how many brushes can paint an image,
- If you listen you can bypass all the wack ass gimmicks,
- But if you don’t, hang the cleats up, I ain’t kiddin’
- Constant couldn’t write this, he’d catch arthritis,
- But that’s my new brother, I see me in his writin’,
- I see my soul inside of others when they listen to my wisdom,
- Like Nas, I put myself in a sacrificial position,
- If you wanna slaughter me, better be a hecatomb,
- Cuz God won’t allow you to kill me hella rude,
- And that’s fact motherfucker, get yourself right,
- If you want to be heard, get your wealth spiked,
- But to be ignored all you gotta do is speak right,
- I’m no moth drawing itself go close to a light,
- Im flapping my wings cuz my arms get tight,
- My teacher said that art can be a weapon,
- So when I snipe you, you can punish me from the heavens!
- Aha
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