[Intro] Yeah Got one life to live Gotta live it to the fullest Life is war Gotta be a soldier... [Hook] I cant quite come too far now I gotta make it through, somehow No matter how big or how many gon fall Its all or nothin when your backs against the wall I know Gods watchin over It feels like the worlds on my shoulder Its cold, but its gon get colder If its war, then its war IM A SOLDIER! [Verse 1] Yeah, you wack Why you even recordin You couldnt be hot ??? Before you threw a Ouija board And Big did the hook Trick, lose, and look Your lifes like a parking space It might get took I bang hoops I beg your pardon With the pen, I sware my characters like Todd McFarlane They marvel at my image From here to D.C You can trace all you want But youll never be me MCs nowadays be rantin and ramblin In buttonups lookin like Jay Z standin I guess its just the sign of the times When you can rap and sing over the same beat 3 times I wish I was Lil Jon Ill sell artist in the game The same freakin songs You can agree to disagree You still wrong But it dont matter Im so hot, you gotta sing along YEAH! [Hook] [Verse 2] Its Bishop in the game Aint no soul here safe Its the equivalent of the devil When he fell from grace So go against me and hells what youll face You only weigh more than crosses in Pastors mace Im like Marine Corp, C4, and a couple of tanks This is no joke I aint got time for pranks Cant you tell I know Im not Dave Chapelle But Ill leave your brain half baked if you touch my mail I must prevail... No matter what the odds If I have to, Ill go to war with Ancient Gods Im Just like Hercules if you hurt my cheese My pack will offset the Earth by a couple degrees Enemies flee, If you see me Im here And I aint goin nowhere til the Lord appear I know destiny is callin Keep my cell phone in Whole world yall better prepare... [Hook] [Verse 3] With me here, its hard for fake rappers to function Cause I state the facts and they make assumptions Yall aint really real Yall like them weapons of mass destruction But I aint got no time for no panel discussion I leave that for Carry and Bush I got units to push If you aint talkin bout paper, then shush Ive 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 Im 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 Im 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 Aint no options I gots to win... YEAH! [Hook] End
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