Rifleman's Creed by June Marx
Rifleman's Creed by June Marx

Rifleman’s Creed

June Marx * Track #3 On Core Of Vengeance

Rifleman’s Creed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every night I pray with my rifle, pray for my rival
Pray for Armageddon, the day of survival
Came to harm the bredren that's claimin' the title
Trained to arm the weapon and aim at your idol
Flame will spark the second betrayed by disciples
Bang your armor shreddin' your brains and your vitals
Dames recall the reverend page from the bible
Change your form and essence, spray 'em in a cycle
Lames remain spiteful, style's rugged, bars that slay
Spies hunted from fivehundred yards away
I'm digital camo, you lingerie
I am modern-day Vietnam conflict, Pearl Harbor bay
Fuck the frauds will say? Make it all clear
Check the armory, the arsenal is all near
I really fired at a target through a crosshair
While you sat there playin' Modern Warfare

[Hook]
Believe they are not in my league
It's time that I lead
You liable to bleed
Strive to achieve
I'ma proceed to enlighten the seed
And I'ma write it indeed
I'ma recite it like the rifleman's creed

[Verse 2]
Target's hit, while you actin' grim and talkin' shit
Disregard him quick, let off a clip, practicin' my marksmanship
I can't part with it, I must master it
Protect from rust and damages, bust accurate
Plus attack with it, I'ma spray correct
Adjust attach a tip, slay him with the bayonet
Take a moment for disabled vets
Trouble awaits, which of one these double agents traitors next?
Plot to take my breath, wipe the handle
Wipe the sights and barrel, infrared light apparel
Decide on ammo, from Marxman to sharpshooter
To expert, spark the Ruger, Bronx to Fallujah
Born ruler, the type that'll fight for reign
Surgically strike the game, the sniper came
Deny the pain but your life vital cycle's strained
Precise with aim, the mic is my rifle range

[Hook]
Believe they are not in my league
It's time that I lead
You liable to bleed
Strive to achieve
I'ma proceed to enlighten the seed
And I'ma write it indeed
I'ma recite it like the rifleman's creed

[Verse 3]
Watch the bullets crash like an iron steed
Wrath, let the lions feed
An outcast, the last of a dyin' breed
Rounds blast and travel at death defyin' speed
You clown ass in battle, get your alliance sieged
Your minor league, can't even stand next to me
Master the enemy by plannin' exact trajectory
Handlin' weaponry, become a unstoppable force
Apply your thoughts, life is a obstacle course
Gain my wisdom from a proper source
Mission carried with precision, I ain't missin' when I'm poppin' off
Your block is soft, flashbacks tear my soul apart
Forward march, though the road is dark, cold and harsh
You know it's Marx, I'm drillin' shields, iron armor
My mind is darker, the killing fields, divide and conquer
The fire starter, your skin is peeled, cry in horror
It's sayonara, at least you can die with honor

Rifleman’s Creed Q&A

Who produced Rifleman’s Creed's ?

Rifleman’s Creed was produced by June Marx.

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