[Intro: ShiVam]
People been askin' me. Ayo ShiVam. Sup with the rappin'
You dont like acting nomore?
Ofcourse I do. It's my life dawg
But I gotta say somethin' else. I dunno how else
[Verse 1: ShiVam]
Yo It's been a lit year, my thoughts seem a bit clear
2018 had me waitin', rappin' wasn't as amazin'
Ways with them words got me raisin some brows
Crazy ShiV, he's macin' the crowd
Got you all Questionin' man how
Rhymin' words that dont sound, What spell is this?
Is that even allowed? He called some slut out, what now?
My point o' view, has gotten to a new level
Was taught if you peddle the lyrics like drug & needles
Bruh You bet they'll hear it
Shed tears over rotten beats, fadin lyrics on torn up sheets
Wrote some lines, god had fear, almost called it quits
Dawg I dont have it. Will never solve the pattern
Woke mad angry, a song got me into 'em spirits
Learned how to spit, speak tongues for this shit
Riddles thy fried brains, when lyrics are high octane
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: ShiVam]
Shakespeare in flesh, makes you fear if you'll get
A Ride on this train
But Like painmeds, when they bend
Hands will lend, hence be tolerant
Since the booth is talkin like a shrink
With the news I'll be tokin' raps as Im at the brink
Might call 'em Brownbuprofen,Fuck it! Let's name a pill
Now Im more profane than 2chainz
Dreamin' to get a new benz, I'm in true shape
In a Blue Jays vest, been the coolest, ever since I was a kid
Even got myself a new name
Put a capital V next to it, but it'll have to be, you eh
Facin' me sayin' your piece
That Im worst fuckin' thing that you ever faced
Hey ShiVam! it's me, Here I am
Bro come Look at these lyrics that I tapped
Oh Im so dumb, I forgot the rules
Maybe I shouldn't rap, what do I have to fuckin' do?
Before I get to the booth
[Chorus]
Yo dawg Absolutely can't spit, I'll just finna abort it
Someone show me a flow, maybe then I'll know
Throw the book at me or grow a hook I can sing
I'll tell em fools this, no way in hell, you tools
Write out best rhymes like I spew
So here's a new ending, You'd try fit in my new shoes,tried?
Aii, they seem like too loose and You're a bit too late
I beat the race with you,with same shoes, got 'em shoelaces
Reeboks I prefer what do you twofaces wear
Or you'll be cryin' next time, God I swear
I ain't from the stranded westside never wore diamonds on my neck
But literally this man became gangster inside
Lyrically Has a .5 and a tec
You still can't catch my right eye cuz ye aim from the left
Hit me up Cuz I'll eventually pop
Bob your heads to this juvenile clown
Ain't fetty lookin' wap, but am your nemesis now
I keep my raps a tad bit too long
Turn a freestyle on a heavy beat with bars to a dark lit song
Still stab my guts, will End if and buts
Bitch so what, I lost my collar
Every dog has his day, It's mine now
This pope had jesus, but Im divine n avowed
You hoes better start prayin and Be wowed
That I dont get petty on every track
Let it off sprayin on the crowd, but Im more than that
Cuz Some o' you whores can't rap or pour away respects
So I gotta floor it & show em a tap
Also! to motherfuckers that I have to check
It ain't 'bout the jewelries, ice and smack
It's all 'bout new stories and life of rags
I might make enemies, after I wreck so many o these damn schemes
Put Indians on the map
Toronto fasten' it before this kid slices your rep
[Outro: ShiVam]
So next time you think about talkin' shit about me
ShiVam won't be respondin'
It'll be Clown that's corresponding( get it?)
