Civilian Affairs

[Hook] Armed to the tooth Me and all my troops No time for a truce There's only time for truth No room for fear, or regular cares Steer clear of civilian affairs Hold up, Soldier Salute If you're goin' up Salute Throw it up Salute Throw it up Salute [Verse One] I'm a soldier, boy I told ya I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder Biblical clips, better load up The snare in the drums goes snap The lyrical tongue cocks back The air in my lungs flows and that's Enough to spark a revolution Man listen my music is ammunition I march to the tune of a man smitten Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen Just as it was written My orders are to cross borders Living Water's in my canteen as my camp screams For the God we love even though we can't see Him My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him I only live off what my Captain rations Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners The chief warned us The beef is tremendous when ya' lock teeth in the trenches There's a war goin' on outside and it's real Flesh versus spirit I don't flex to appeal Use the text to reveal what comes next If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin' and step Cause what I feel is really not the deal The issue is your soul As a soldier I must remain sober and in control I gotta stay focused like a scope does And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up Hey ya'll I'm never AWOL I wouldn't dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs [Hook] [Verse Two] Ever since I been sworn in, born in Put through boot camp It's on Ain't got no time for no nuisance It's three squares a day Eat, teach, study, pray, little play Cause what soldier got time for blase? Specially when Yahweh, is bringin' D-day Without M-16, rocket launcher or AK Cause this ain't Vietnam The enemy's more vicious than the Viet Cong Who think delicious of the embalmed Who die outside of service, deserters Conscientious perverters, we stand as alerters Hopin' this is making you nervous Well if you ain't a procrastinator fight Satan's invaders Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I'm weak but I'm plantin' my feet Plannin' to speak of our Commander and Chief He's a lamb and a beast King and God-man of the streets Standard of peace but not a man that is weak He's glorious Infinity and 0 He's victorious El Gabor is a warrior And he orders us Not to trust in swords and stuff Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust Don't get it twisted He'll get a misfit when others wouldn't risk it Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dip-set Bury him in Christ 'til his everyday life is sifted Mission—stick with the reason we got enlisted To the Left [Hook]