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letra de time to soldier up - shivam

[intro: arthur fleck + psychiatrist]

what’s so funny?
it-s just-just thinkin’, of a joke -laughs-
you wanna tell it to me?

[chorus]

time to soldier up like never before
rise above the flood
time to soldier up get ready for war
pay with sweat and blood
i’m coming with a vengeance

[verse 1: shivam]

me flows gettin’ tighter
me glow’s gettin’ brighter
from shadows came a fighter
gone be the days when hoes made light o’
me, never froze on a cypher
shiv, colder than any rhymer
sh-t ya’ll can’t еven hold a rhyme i
feel like i got snakеs on my windshield
gettin’ peeled, i get why they call ’em wipers
so when sh-t pops like tyler
this soldier got his long range rifle
not a war vet, but all bets be off
either way shivam’s hip hop
since a day old he can’t get knocked
never crawled, oh i’m pr-ne to rather
walk alone and i dunno why
this beat givin’ me off taste, but
whoever wrote this song must a
sold his soul to be a ghost rider
i design these rhymesheets
lay ’em up on grimy beats
fly off the handle
blame it on my pyschopath psyche
thinkin’ if this cruelty suits me
never let this sh-t fool me, since school days
why i rap like kool g when i aim my uzi
you need gucci?
b-tch your soul is too cheap, f-ckin’ groupie
mistook me thinkin’ i’m lookin’ for a nookie
you ain’t gettin’ a rose like ruby
chaos brewin’ in my head
gimme my cred and i’m yours truly

[chorus]

time to soldier up like never before
rise above the flood
time to soldier up get ready for war
pay with sweat and blood
i’m coming with a vengeance

[verse 2: shivam]

never take time off or let a rhyme flop
b-tch i can out run the clock
so you better try and run out the clock
you ain’t beatin’ me on my watch
swipin’ by the normal stuff
host a purge, i know i’m cursed
yeah it’s time to soldier up
punch you so hard
ima make your shoulder’s touch
crossin’ a leveled up war field
oh your home’s in middle o’va cornfield
i get why yo’ songs be so boring
got no f-ckin’ real e-motions and
sound pop, corny
ten dollar words ya’ll be forcin’
down our throats
and most o’ you be off beat
lefties thought i went softy since the lp dropped
man i can’t be stopped
dunno why this pen keeps gettin’ hot
when i’m at the welding shop
got f-ck ton o’ lead in the meltin’ pot
i’m havin’ offensive thoughts
appetite for vengeance is back on
but that’s beside the fact that
i been sittin’ on back benches
since i was held up in preschool
with kids who smell like seafood
b-tch i got the sweet tooth
main course be to fry up and eat ghouls
you f-ckfaces can try me, please do
either way, i dont need you
creaky ol’ doors and sleepin’ on floors
switchin’ up homes with no ceilings or a dome
to dealin’ with petty landlords
ima be spendin’ these strokes of pen
feelin’ no d-mn remorse when it ends
even the closest friends can get it
but i really dunno why it matters
when i’m drivin’ rappers crazy
everytime i be devisin’ this cr-p up
to get a rise out these crackers(rice crackers)
man, i just wanted to be an actor
but those fools didn’t let me
said i was too freakin’ zesty
so now i just act up, f me
this sh-t is gettin’ s-septic
there is more to me than just to be joker, geez
how ’bout another joke m-murray?
we holdin’ up the fort, mcmurray(haha)

[chorus]

time to soldier up like never before
rise above the flood
time to soldier up get ready for war
pay with sweat and blood
i’m coming with a vengeance

[verse 3:shivam]

never sold bricks, but i can throw bricks
so ya’ll better take notice
before you end up with a good ol’ diss
they knows, i’m a insidious dothead
with the infinity gauntlet, “oh sh-t
man hope he don’t get his hands on his d-mn stones”
my thoughts left ’em haunted(boo!)
he’ll hit ya’ with a moon, right
i’m like hitler in the booth, yikes
when get made p-ssed off
b-tches keep runnin’ their filthy jaws
but on surface be like really cute dolphins, awww
at the end o’ it all
you f-ckers will say, oh sh-t
i did not see him comin’, oh god!
even god will say, “f-ck you too b-tch
you on your own, if you get caught”
get flipped off if you think you love hip hop
but only mainstream like lil baby and swae lee
and keep flailin’ your f-ckin’ arms
when i’m sendin’ songs in your inbox
you got this duppy’s game wrong
bumpin’ drake songs and f-ckin’ hate on
real emcees, fillin’ up sheets. k!llin’ em beats
guess everyone can’t be pleased
sh-t’s asinine
next time, all you f-ckers gettin’ namedropped
get yo ass in line and say my name wrong
get yo’ legs chopped and
yo’ face ate off by this unchained zombie
pray for death, please get him off me
there’s not a bility in possi-
i’m like eighty shots deep in kn-b creek
bobbin’ my head to mobb deep
pick the colour o’ yo coffin ‘forehand
and do not think you f-ckers can cross me
you’ll get jumped like you in the f-ckin’ moshpit
cuz i ain’t stoppin’

- shivam

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