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Shani (Sanskrit: शनि, IAST: Śani), or Shanaishchara (Sanskrit: शनैश्चर, IAST: Śanaiścara), is the divine personification of the planet Saturn in Hinduism, and is one of the nine heavenly objects (Navagraha) in Hindu astrology. Shani is also a male Hindu deity in the Puranas, whose iconography consists of a figure with a dark complexion carrying a sword or danda (sceptre) and sitting on a crow. He is the god of karma, justice, and retribution, and delivers results depending upon one's thoughts, speech, and deeds. Shani is the controller of longevity, misery, sorrow, old age, discipline, restriction, responsibility, delays, ambition, leadership, authority, humility, integrity, and wisdom born of experience. He also signifies spiritual asceticism, penance, disci… more »

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Seek and you shall find

Find Shady tell him, sell him my crazy pen
I'll spray my ink up to heaven, sell my soul to the devil 
Even keeled, on the level, I got talent you can't measure
If my fuckin' words a jewel, then this loose leaf is my treasure

Act One, Aitchison, all boys school, son you think I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run sayin' you're just having fun
Why the hell you pickin' on me like a bunch of fuckin' punks
The only weapon I got is my pen, ink's my spunk
Yeah come round now and touch my ' junk cunt

I'm the tzar of the alphabet, I'm the caliph of language
You'ld think I rule Google from my evil sandpit
Or make you lose your minds like a fuckin' chicken sandwich
Disrupting industry, creating voids and schisms
I'm the master of lyricism, its my wordy mysticism
No more redacting any motherfuckin' cynicism
That's why every single line I've ever hollered or written 
Is worth a lot more to me than a million dollars or dirhams hah

You see Slim, you need deets Slim
I smoke weed, drink the vodka, pop pills and overspeed Slim
I come from a country where we got plenty to eat Slim
If you're corrupt, hooked up, else you stay hungry and bleed Slim
We dodge bombs and bullets, and that's daily Slim
We don't need to hurt bitches, we honour kill ladies Slim
Minorities get violated, and that's from the police Slim
It's a dangerous country, nuked up to our ears Slim
Colonized, occupied, modified, compromised
Terrified, ostracized, ain't telling lies 
What rappers say in songs we live it all day long 
But that's just real life up in the East Slim

Before you think my origin's my Achilles heel Slim
I ain't got no fuckin' problem being a Paki Slim
In a world of Islamophobia, immigration officers watch over ya
I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin
I'm wheatish, it's time for the reapin'
So ain't no other place I'd rather be in 
Atleast I call it being
Got no need to creep in
Just jump right off the deep end
No other language or accent I'd rather speak Slim
Cos I follow your footsteps, oh adversity Slim
Ignored and blackballed by those who hold the keys Slim
F*ck obscurity, I'll yell obscenities, make enemies and melodies
While I forge an identity Slim

Find Shady thank him, rank and file, baby stand up
Raise the 21 guns in the air, go on blast 'em
An army of Stans, marching all across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm crazy and dying for you
You said it takes time to hit your radar you're so far away
Here's me trying to get on your Gaydar, turn your gaze this way
Maybe my pen and nib will rouse your Ken Kaniff
Should I find my Kim, see if that chick can swim
Will she float or sink, when I make her wear cement shoes
And put the bitch in the drink
You bet I'm better than that 
I'll bite the bullet in fact 
I'll even swallow bitter pills to keep my sanity intact
I know my vanity's whack, but if a slag gives me trouble 
She'll know I'll be back with an axe 
And then I'll slash and attack
Hack off body limbs and stuff them in a polyethylene bag
Oops cant do that now I got Greta on my back
Gonna have to get an eco-friendly organic hemp rucksack 
And a sailboat in exchange for my maybach

So I'll escape in your words and into the music you make
It's absurd I hang on to every thing that you say
I was there in Abu Dhabi the night you took the stage
My girl passed out with the heat, Shady why were you late
Was it just alchemists cake, or did Flash make a mistake 
Was the crowd going cray, or maybe I'm just insane
But then you came on, stayed on, sang your songs and you were gone 
Hey, did you see me looking at you straight in the eye
Shady tell me why, why can't I sing by your side
Cos when I met up with Rosenberg, and Neil took our picture
I said I wish you would make me your side bitch, no issue
But that didn't happen so I prayed to Vishnu, 
Sang a hymn to him too, and I'm not even a hindu
And continued to write this song in the hope it would reach you
See Slim, I can either beseech you, or I can either besiege you
You choose

Cos I'm woke and baked
I hacked the mainframe
Unplugged from the matrix
Now snowflakes of hundred genders 
Can lick my dick as long as they remember 
I'm the candy that's never ever soft and tender
I cum in the mouth and not in the hand
The fucking repeat offender, and now i'm doing it again 
Like you Eminem, I don't subscribe to the general milleu
Even God, my father or my boss can't tell me what to do

Find Shady grab him, shove my mix tape up his ass 
And have him prep my Shady contract, for the feature and collab
Don't need an army of these lawyers, represent myself in fact
I'll annotate those fucking clauses, Paul review and send it back

Act three. Yo Slim you think you see me
Sleight of pen, hocus pocus you think I'll get my hair bleached
You think I need to clean off my mama's spaghetti
Just trying my hand at this rap thing's messy
The Monkey got me in my cups
I know that things are looking up
No label but, I'm still the creator, still in control 
So low on the ladder that I'm still looking up
I imagine, labels fighting over me like I'm a chicken sandwich
Strong to the finish 'cos I eats me spinach
Wears me Andrex, smells good, hard dick, clean shaven, nice hair
Good strong handshake

Sometimes I think maybe my dad should have ran out
That silver spoon had me living in a bubble
Maybe I should have lived on handouts
Maybe I should have been born with a little bit of motherfuckin' struggle
Maybe I shouldn't have resultantly 
Been a  management consultant
See, thats the hand that was dealt to me
And I'm not gonna complain about my lack of sufferance
But I'd put it away in a second just to make a hit record
Dre's new nuclear weapon always at your service
Sign on the dotted line, hit the big red button
But it ain't easy Marshall cos the bar is set high
And even though I think I'm fly I'm just trying to get by
I'm trying to flow but I'm still stuck on this page
And it fills me with rage enough to put the pen away
And then when your songs come on I come back out to play
But behind your bars, I'm simply stuck in a cage
No light hits the forest floor under the canopy growth
And you might slowly go crazy under the shadow of Shady
But if I hatch a motherfuckin' dream 
To catch a motherfuckin' beam
Maybe I'll do something to amaze me.

Can I imitate the greatest limiter
Will I lose will with a broken spirit or 
Will I reel it in with an ill hook
And slay the industry with my lyrical scimitar
Tiptoe outside around your perimeter
Enter your house make you a prisoner
Put cider vinegar in your conditioner
Jerk off into your hair thickener
Make your hair stand perpendicular 
Like when Diaz took the jizz from a spent Stiller
Redecorate like a feng shui practitioner 
And make Lord Jamar a temporary visitor 
Is Kim around can I tickle her ass with a feather
What the f*ck did you just say
Uh I said particularly nasty weather

Oh yeah it's stormy outside
The hue and cry of the Antichrist
The devils child
The fight between the wrong and right
The end is nigh
Hip-hops Armageddon needs a Messiah
We need a new riot 
Hell yeah I'll be that guy
You killed the rap devil and that's no mean feat
But to defeat the rap beast you'll need me
So watch the second coming from a front row seat
Cos Jesus came straight outta the middle east

Find shady f*ck him, got me stumped and in a rut
Cos he's the king of rap and hip hop, I'm a jester fucking up
Maybe I'll grovel at his feet, attend to him around the clock
Maybe I'll let him throw food at me, let him make me suck his cock

Act four, the crystal ball shows what the future has in store
Sold my soul, achieved all my goals 
And I'm surrounded by propofol 
Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes 
Telling me my shits lit when my shits shit
I got bills bills bills, what can I sti

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