I’m a Soldier

[Intro]
Yeah
Got one life to live
Gotta live it to the fullest
Life is war
Gotta be a soldier...

[Hook]
I can't quite come too far now
I gotta make it through, somehow
No matter how big or how many gon' fall
It's all or nothin' when your backs against the wall
I know God's watchin' over
It feels like the world's on my shoulder
It's cold, but it's gon' get colder
If it's war, then it's war
I'M A SOLDIER!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you wack
Why you even recordin'
You couldn't be hot ???
Before you threw a Ouija board
And Big did the hook
Trick, lose, and look
Your life's like a parking space
It might get took
I bang hoops
I beg your pardon
With the pen, I sware my character's like Todd McFarlane
They marvel at my image
From here to D.C
You can trace all you want
But you'll never be me
MC's nowadays be rantin' and ramblin'
In button-ups lookin' like Jay Z standin'
I guess it's just the sign of the times
When you can rap and sing over the same beat 3 times
I wish I was Lil' Jon
I'll sell artist in the game
The same freakin' songs
You can agree to disagree
You still wrong
But it don't matter
I'm so hot, you gotta sing along
(YEAH!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It's Bishop in the game
Ain't no soul here safe
It's the equivalent of the devil
When he fell from grace
So go against me and hell's what you'll face
You only weigh more than crosses in Pastor's mace
I'm like Marine Corp, C4, and a couple of tanks
This is no joke
I ain't got time for pranks
Can't you tell
I know I'm not Dave Chapelle
But I'll leave your brain half baked if you touch my mail
I must prevail... No matter what the odds
If I have to, I'll go to war with Ancient Gods
(I'm) Just like Hercules if you hurt my cheese
My pack will offset the Earth by a couple degrees
Enemies flee, If you see me I'm here
And I ain't goin' nowhere 'til the Lord appear
I know destiny is callin'
Keep my cell phone in
Whole world y'all better prepare...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
With me here, it's hard for fake rappers to function
Cause I state the facts and they make assumptions
Y'all ain't really real
Y'all like them weapons of mass destruction
But I ain't got no time for no panel discussion
I leave that for Kerry and Bush
I got units to push
If you ain't talkin' 'bout paper, then shush
I've come a long way from the blocks in college
If I can beat the Grim Reaper who the heck gon' stop us
Not you, not him, not her, not them
I'm a microphone fiend, the brand new Rakim
I keep my shoe game mean
With a LA brim
With a new clean tee whiter than Eminem
What up, Slim
I'm 'bout to get that paper like him
'Til them weeps run dry
Or my lights go dim
You can look in my eyes
See the tiger within
Ain't no options I gots to win...
(YEAH!)

[Hook]
End