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