Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shivy, artist - Gantz. Album song Dying on Acid, in the genre Date of issue: 30.12.2017
Record label: Deep Medi Musik
Song language: English
Shivy |
| Hello there |
| Finally taken notice, have you? |
| Picture perfect, got a face for CCTV |
| Way too greasy, this is Mase’s debut CD |
| We’re picture perfect like Barcelona Thursday nights on repeat |
| God was showing off when he made me, G |
| Let me feel the air, volume like Mel Gibson’s hair |
| Yellow cab painted black, license plate says millionaire |
| Take it to the bridge now, we’ll kill 'em there |
| Ceramic tiles in my villain’s lair |
| We don’t sleep but we fucks with sleep’s cousin |
| 'Cause death brings peace but sleep doesn’t |
| So keep buzzing, keep thugging, we don’t need judging |
| Spending other every day dodging police truncheons |
| Yo, it’s easy to see why we don’t really trust them |
| Or the monarchy or the lying government |
| Middle finger straight up, shouting fuck them |
| Moving like DJs tryna make their cuts blend |
| I’m dirtier than the skirtless women on the top shelf |
| Yo, fuck a house, I’m only saving so I can cop help |
| You’re dead, wheezy, crazy, they should lock us in a soft cell |
| My name’s on more posters than any lost male, your socks smell |
| Pop sells and hip hop is dead, so move off the grave |
| Grave-digging with my hands so I never need to shop for spades (nah) |
| Lapped and drove past the rat race and didn’t stop for days |
| I spit tsunamis so there’s no chance you’ll stop waves |
| Or kill the game, and then par off the funeral |
| You’re deadweights on the stage but trust, it’s far from a musical |
| We’re fucking ugly, we ain’t making nothing beautiful |
| Our style’s tailor-made but always ends up unsuitable |
| I’ll turn your spliff to ash and never give it back |
| Then catch me in the swimming pool with Kendrick playing, splashing liquor back |
| of rap, never fat, I’m just fucking slack |
| Still, I’ll make a track, no Moloko but you’ll sing it back |
| Wolves in the skin of a sheep, ripped to his feet |
| Stand dead on our feet, destroy the weak |
| The devil don’t sleep, so neither do we |
| Best of both worlds, no Hovis, and anything we create’s explosive |
| So take notice |
| Filling up grades with the hopeless |
| So take notice |
| You should already know where the dope is |
| So take notice |
| You want God’s word? |
| We’re the closest |
| So fuck Moses |
| Number eight plate like a swarm of locusts |