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 weegee 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 A ??? 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 Carry 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