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hip hop saved me - shivam lyrics

[skit: matthew murdock]

those are the facts
based on these and these alone
the prosecution has failed to prove
beyond a reasonable doubt
that my client was not acting solely in self*defense
and those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury are the facts
my client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we’ve all sworn an oath to uphold must be acquitted of these charges
now, bеyond that, beyond these walls hе may well face a judgment of his own making

[hook: shivam]

bust open a can o’ baked beans(beans)
ima eat my future, cuz my past always ate me(me)
2pac asked me to stay clean in a dream(dream)
em asked me to say these(these)things (things)
when labels come’ knockin’
ima tell ’em hip hop saved me
yeah!

[verse: shivam]

im out here tryna resurrect old hip hop
you on couch leanin’, tryna suck d*cks on tik tok
word up to grimy griselda, i’m ’bout to pop this sh*t off (let’s go)
basic b*tches be like covid
keep em away from me
i’m havin’ some sick thoughts
and we can’t be compared, it’s like lemons to some pears
man me need some air like the six’s mayor
beneath the bed sittin’ shivy’s prepared
beatin’ the snare, deep in the bottom
is disgust, but he must keep pickin’ the cotton
f*ck these singin’ motherf*ckers
someone tell these b*tches to shut the f*ck up
or end up in my lyrical dumpster
we walkin’ this b*tch since times were ancient
that’s why i rhyme so blatant till my eyes be 7*8th o’ the ways shut(uggh)
yeah they take shots and always hate scoffin’
at the grind o’ my nation
taught ’em to split atoms or how to get an *rg*sm
all them books be talkin’ truth but you b*tches can’t fathom
indians? they rap? so tired o’ these questions(shhh)
racism be in they minds and nature
i dine on these haters
i come from a tribe o’ vagrants
anythin’ thats trash
my kind’ll savour ’em”(dumpster!)
run so fast i can make these f’in shoes melt
son o’ flash, your hottest tracks be a heavy snooze fest
put f*cks on blast, my rhymes be bakin’ b*tches who slept
on my songs, especially when all life along
papa beat with me with a heavy loose belt
thats my past, so glad i made it out
can toy with your feelings as i’m gainin’ clout
choices o’ schemes i instilled and left the game wowed
white kids made light o’ my plight tis
why i took the shady route( chika chika!)
write this bein’ righteous so i might get
crazy vile
went so far up these b*tches asses
my d*ck smells foul(that’s nasty)
speakin’ o my colour
it’s a regular problem
cops dont bother the rich
but like math they solve ’em
(boom boom boom!)
man all these officers love rich men
oh that’s yo new whip? what a sick benz
(thank you officer)
white cops saw this brown kid
at the house at 169 huron street in 2016
that’s when i discovered what pig meant
young me is too old to be a softy, it always costs me
i can link it to the stuff he bears(hahaha)
too much noise in my f*ckin’ ears
my career goin’ north bound, as i sit in this booth
man we literally fooled george brown military school
i been mannin’ up too soon
but they keep handin’ us nooses
chasin wild canada goose and ima declarin’ war
my 2 cents can either sooth or f*ck a truce up
ya’ll livin’ fake realities, can’t relate nuff to the true stuff
i’m on the wave o’ spittin’ sh*t like conway the machine
my songs ache but read it like im revealin’ my life for what it is
all these tears, you can put my face on a t shirt
my ass been on line since 05, oh my
not a day goes by, when i dont think ’bout it
man i was so shy
i’ve been cursed to write, dope rhymes
i’m cold as ice(ice ice)
talk sh*t behind my back
but on my face ya’ll are polite
no b*tch can make demands
position, you in no type
she actin’ pretty on the gram
in fronta shivam she still a low life(stupid b*tch)
b*tches scared o ‘me, i put them in a corner
i flashed before her own eyes the whole time
as she got her throat sliced
thriller scenes wrapped on a k!ller beat
k!ller instinct, i get petty with this brand
even when i play chess i roll dices
cuz i don’t trust these snakes n their politics
f*ck your typos and them woke views
i’m sure to be ruff ryders anthem 0.two
since 02, been to schools, where i been bullied
old news break a femur or two, my legs sprained
didn’t leave my head straight
drank liquor to scratch my own bruises
wake up a demon or snooze
ima take a p*ss on your pro tools
i’m old shool with this sh*t
no fendi, no gucci, dont bend knees to none o you sheeps
still im so cool(so cool)
put our beefs on everythin’
write up twenty sixteens
heavy nuff this sh*t’s deep
back in twenty sixteen
gus logan put his hands on me like ima steerin’ wheel( i ain’t a car man)
now im preparin’ schemes that’ll tear his….(f*ck!)… geez
h*ll’ll fin’ freeze
whatever emcees and torontonians hate me
this is how i wear my stripes
so hate me all you want
when i’m gone you’ll know
how hip hop saved me
and sure as f*ck! saved my life(yep)
[outro: shivam]

these mfs think they know me
hatin’ on me , cuz they can’t do what i do
this sh*t my third language
still i murder it better than all o’ ya’ll combined
in the booth
cuz i spit my truth
f*ckin’ playin’ victims all the time for the bullsh*t they do and puttin’ my name on it
f*ckin’ cowards
b*tch keep my f*ckin’ name outta your mouth
they think i dunno
yeah, f*ckin’ p*ssies
my takeover finna be televized
i own my sh*t, b*tch
f*ck outta here

[skit: frank castle]

you know those, uh… those people?
the ones i put down, the people i k!lled?
i want you to know that i’d do it all again
this is a circus, all right? it’s a charade
it’s an act it’s bullsh*t about how crazy i am
i ain’t crazy! i’m not crazy, okay?
i know what i did. i know who i am
and i do not need your help
i’m smack*dab in the middle of my right godd*mn mind, and any scumbag, any…
any lowlife, any maggot piece of sh*t that
i put down, i did it… because i liked it!
h*ll, i loved it! i’m sitting here, i’m… i’m just itching
i’m itching to do it again
and you think… what
you think you’re gonna send me to a nuthouse?
some doctor, they’re gonna get me to stop from doing what i want to do?
well, that ain’t happening! not on my watch! you people, you call me the punisher
ain’t that right? the big bad punisher
well, here i am! you want it, you got it!
i am the punisher! i’m right here!
you want it, i’ll give it to you

- shivam lyrics

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