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vv ali - torture lyrics

[verse 1: vv ali]
i was big in the circles that i hung out in, back when bouncing cars was the in thing
might have made you think i’d never bounce a brother bigger than me until, boo boo boo boo boo bang…
funny how it seems, lyrical v’s, make even deep rap junkies lyrically od
so twerk miley,miley twerk miley, miley please!
bob marley, marley they just legalised weed!

i feel like action bronson in a buffet, got a drumstick in my gun hand, and an ak47 shaped piece of meat
might come inover your head then beat, beat, beat
word on the streets was, who is this vv guy? i want a word with him, and the reason why i don’t know him, i was into mm things but he seems kinda nice, lambo or bentley just give me his price

got any n-ggerish fantasies? you want ice things and a gold chain? 40 bad b-tches for 8 days and an 8 thing on your a train?
my a game make an 8 thing a sure thing, i’m missioned, to get all of my wants like the tony starks do
remember all the ties that link the starts i came through? my brother is hungry and my sister’s some thug’s boo
phd educated by the hood, considered the fool coz i finished all of high school!

though i’m feeling really chuffed with myself, i ain’t no bird brain, my stuff ain’t perfect, though it seems rap fans have been praying for me, they’ve been hoping for me, like i’m motherf-cking world peace!
world pieces to the students of my teachings, i educate and, i predicate a, movement that defines what they’ll spit in the future, vv entered the game, now let the new school pupils dilate

[verse 2: vv ali]
they’ll wanna do me like they did pac, put two cents in their pockets, pop my cap on backwards, coz my pants ain’t sagging, but i’m nasty with my standards, claim you like rap music, why you ain’t buy illmatic?
sticks and stones do something to your soul when a 6 foot hole could turn into your home when a rastafarian thought from the dreaded dome, travel straight down to his fingers and start squeezing on the chrome
leave you bleeding on your own, with no feeling in your bones and a flash that made you think all that glittered was gold. he emerge once again with the cold hard truth, before he squeeze again, he say diamonds glitter too
wellimma be the proof, i’ll be in a suit, jet-lag, agera, i’m a phantom in carreras, i feel like i’m in one of them movies where the hero dies, sending my challengers up…
and that’s coz i heard the rap game getting saved by some n-ggers! vv coz i’m vicious, but the v is for villain. still acting n-ggerish, brothers from the streets talking glamorous things, that’s poor tongues with expensive taste, what a waste, granny tries too but my brother is hungry and my sister’s some thugs boo. phd educated by the hood, considered the fool coz i finished all of high school!
ain’t no question what the motto is, don’t even die 9 times on the catwalks that they model in, ain’t no question what the motto is, don’t even die 9 times on the catwalks that they model in…

- vv ali lyrics

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