Soldier

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] They like you mad, well yeah, I'm on a mission in fact If I wasn't black, I prolly wouldn't even listen to rap Niggas lost, no direction, they missing the map I hear they tracks, I get more excited when I'm fixing the flat The game fuck niggas, artist got a dick in they crack See I'm the realest and I'll be damned if I sit in they lap I make them disappear, but I got another trick in my hat This shit I write, will slice rappers, will split them in half Spit heat, melt niggas, only left is they bones Body track, the shit is gonna be like the best of Stallone I'm the wrong one to test, when I get in my zone You do, you fucking yourself like having sex with your clone Ain't a question I'm nice, like I just couldn't be wrong Y'all annoying that ex bitch that just couldn't move on Ain't nobody out that can match what I do on a song Fly city's finest up next, who would have known, a fucking soldier [Hook] I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'mma loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'mma loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Know I ain't tripping it ain't that just want keep with the face facts That we live in an era where we got rappers that can't rap And why would you get a ring and a box if you can't scratch? So why would grab a mic and do this if you can't snap They sell out the carper, might as well be painting they face black What the fuck is you been talking bout? Niggas making me hate rap When I get on the track it feel like I'm making them take left The last of the real ones, guess I'm here embrace that I guess the bullshit needed for me to rebail And be dope as spit, crack I could legally sell Run shit, niggas moving at the speed of a snail Lock shit, with these bars got the key to the cell This is extra rare when they ringing the bell Punch lines, every time they repeatedly swell Big Red, dangle mother fuckers over the rail My heart beats for this shit, y'all niggas need to be scared [Hook] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] I'm killing emcees, and beats, they ain't dying of old age I'm running them over, it's the result of my road rage So many bars it's like I'm trapped in my own cage One hundred percent, real shit when I'm on stage You lasted a race, well I'm just too fast for your pace You gonna get passed, and it's too bad, I just laugh in your face Not in snatching you bait and then they ask any ways The other half of your face, on the other half of the state Ain't no gas in your tank, nigga you blastin with blanks So imagine your faith when you're fin to clash with a tank Gorilla grind, a squad, we the planet of apes Take a stab at my spot like taking a stab to the face Studio, no sleep, no other way I could put it Eyes red, blood shot looking like crimson bullets I know all these motherfuckers prolly hate what I'm on Honestly, I don't give a shit, y'all can hate till I' gone [Hook]