LYRICS:

VERSE 1 [Shaman]

Once a picture perfect vision of life, and now I'm picking up the pieces
Still can't believe it'll pass quick enough to meet Him
It's like I've written my own thesis, I'm finally listening to reason
Instead of smoking, drinking for some peace and pissing off my demons
The world's a bitch off of her leash and yes, she's festered with fleas
I'm trying to be what my society expects me to be
Job security, a car that's sweet, materialistic aspirations
Is life's amount calculated by your account and balance statements?
Is your life so blank and vacant? Is your heart a chasm gaping
Into the endless blackness chasing all the senseless cash you're making?
We've all got our passions flaming, and it takes a man to embrace it
I've mastered patience, cracked the case and changed the way I fashioned greatness
Drastic changes are passing phases, rats are racing, amassing paychecks
No past relation lasts for ages, so practice making happy faces
Masked with make-up, all complacent, I've grown sick of constant pacing
And all the time I've contemplating that death is like a monster waiting
But I'm not afraid to face it, I ain't buying my way to heaven, am I?
Behind the devilish smile, I'm just a regular guy
Who likes to cherish old times of our adolescent lives
Trying to shed some light by writing the cleverest rhymes
Demented as I am, my intellect and skill's my only property
And right now, we're no different from a few pieces of Monopoly
The human race is at its dying end, we've run our entire lengths
No use in denying it, we're products of the same environment so..

HOOK [sample]

Trouble's my middle name, but in the end I'm not too bad
Someone tell me, it's not too wrong to be so mad.. 

VERSE 2 [D'evil]

I am an impossible person
you might be good at cursing but I'm the dark version
I worsen the situation, I am a burden
I should have been a Cat and a persian
When I am troublesome, it's double fun
How could it not be? I'm Dhaval, son
Sometimes I walk in my sleep and kill people,
My hate for them is still equal, that's D'evil,
Snipe them through a peephole
Take you on a helicopter ride and drop you on a steel pole
Wanna build steeples of the people who don't like me
Blood on my Nikes, don't ever think you can strike me
The stuff you smoked is spiked, see
I got heavy bars, you can never take em lightly
So, wake me up nicely, or face the trouble 
When you're asleep, I may run a lawn-mower over your stubble
Fearsome! Don't even try coming near, son
I hear some weeping, you bitches are clear cunts
I'll smear blood, keep you under a constant fear son
Give you a sharp sound, with a spear pierced up your eardrum
I rocked the world, like I dropped a curse
You fell so flat even your face has lost the curve
He is getting what he does not deserve
Never sugarcoat shit, 'cause I don't like desserts
Real shit, it sucks how I live
Arya Bhatt invented the number of fucks that I give

HOOK

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Trouble (ft. D'evil)

LYRICS:

VERSE 1 [Shaman]

A messed up mind frame and depressing life made me 
Turn to hip-hop daily, now ask me if I'm crazy
A magical mind packing these rhymes, I'm G Rap in his prime
Or maybe just a plain insane drunk bastard at times
So listen close, best you know to keep machetes at ready
I'm making merry by tearing these candy (w)rappers by plenty 
Don't care for stacks or no pennies, I keep the rapping all heavy
I flip crews, I kill few but the casualties many
Unimaginable really, radical flows I design
I drop a million heavy verses that go blowing your mind
I never hesitate for standing toe to toe with the giants
I'm punching suckers toothless, leaving black holes when you smile
I don't pose, I go wild, and I'm remorseless and vile
So when I'm on the mic fear me like I'm holding a nine

HOOK [Cuts by Rjv Ernesto]
(Welcome to the terrordome)
(I came through the door)(I said it) x4

VERSE 2 [Shaikhspeare]

Mass destruction, my music, the most lethal weapon
My mouth gives inferiority complex to Ak-47
Get whacks terrified like a hostage of 26/11
I'm a nicer dude, until there is a provocation
Blood on paper inflicted by sharp metaphors and similes
My audience eye witnessing the casualties and the murder spree
Brutal rhyme crafter, I have mastered the art of war
Raw beat is raw meat, I hog on it like a carnivore
Body bagging emcees, the stage is a killing field
I'm seeking skills while rappers are chasing rupees and dollar bills
I'm camouflaged, army gear, face murked in a hoodie
Pen tucked in the pocket like a semi automatic Uzi
Rebel arm, level on, metal drawn, fatal song
We the public enemy, welcome to the terrordome

HOOK 

VERSE 3 [Shaman]

Music's my escape route, a way out of this maze crowded with fake clowns
Create sounds and shape styles and paint nouns that's spacebound
To amaze crowds like James Brown, an AK mouth that sprays foul
I'll blaze thou so explain how and who'll douse the flames now
I could run it, and I could spit bullets as well as nuggets
Sometimes, I hit them rapper's mugs until they kick the bucket
Rhymes are rugged, and hard as granite, might be hard to stomach
So deep your heartbeat plummets like when my Nikes on your gullet
Lines are cunning, not long before I was another rapper cast away
Into ranks of other basketcases, was not that great but passionate
The tracks I lace with tragic tales of love and hate and damaged brains
The stages burnt, the mics ablaze, all those rappers battle-slain
My past is stained, still use the mic like it's a barrel homes
So if you want to test me bro, step into the terrordome 

HOOK


Shaman X Shaikhspeare - Terrordome (Prod. By Rjv Ernesto)


LYRICS:
[Shaman]
Posse's changed, alleviate the pain with brownies mommy's baked
I'll reclaim my rightful place, Grammies and Illuminati claims 
God is great, inspite of me raising hell and partying late
He taught me ways to live my life, to give a fuck and spotting fakes
You mock my pace, but I'm still rising fast like a Ferrari chase 
Graduated but it's sad you ain't changed from your barbie days
You got a jay? A while later, I'll be flyin' high like Marvin Gaye
Body swaying, but I still hold my ground with that John Gotti face
You're awful frail, rap is a breeze, and I'm causing hurricanes 
Hope to make songs that won't be played in proms but promenades 
Dominate every inch of the field, this is Highbred man 
The kind of clan that body bags any cat who ain't down with that
How's the sound of that? As a kid, I've been kinda of an introvert
Drawing pictures, making sketches, wrote till my pencil broke
Penning flows, all night long, beat and bong in my pajamas 
Planted seeds to reap the fruits, a decent youth who went bananas
Kinda partial lucidity to escape the madness
Hit the kush, see new colours, got the brush to paint the canvas 
May be anxious, but I listen to reason I only speak the truth
See all evil, hear all fools, decode my lines like pagan runes
No changing tunes, I'm speaking to the weakest and all the meanest crews
I'm seeking you to say while you copping jewels, we defeated you
A team of two who need no feeble pleasures fame and money brings
If I don a suit and designer shoes, of course I'll make your honey sing
We favour knowledge, skill, not polished grills or diamond chains
Shaman's the name, trying to leave my mark on time and space
Erase me from your playlist, but these are documented pages
Testimony to my life, these poems will float through the ages 
From home base to Uranus 


Uranus (Freeverse)

We're an alternative/experimental hip-hop duo from India, consisting of rapper Shaman and producer Surya. Get medicated and educated. 

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