I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Da da da da da dada I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo
[Verse #1] Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death Never lived to regret what I said When your me, people just wanna see if its true If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real? The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed If you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
[Chorus] I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never stumble
[Verse #2] I love pissing you off, it get's me off Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off I'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2" Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued, You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not
[Verse #3] I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30 And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity
Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left Go left, go left, go left right left
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart. We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers] I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter I never drag â¤˜em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader My crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside â¤˜em That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it There's a certain line, you just don't cross it, and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning Suge And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth And talking about something that I knew nothing about Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live, like fuck it I understand, this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute [Chorus-] Step by step, heart to heart, left right left we all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart. We never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers] It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it Meanwhile my intentions pulled in other directions Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it That motha fucker can get it too, fuck â¤˜em then But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us Strictly to show they support us Maybe shout â¤˜em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love â¤˜em back And to let â¤˜em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further Now don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coping I'm just willing to be the bigger man If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking Cause frankly I'm sick of talking I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious [chorus-] Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit torn apart. We never win. But the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
Lose yourself Cleaning out my closet The way i am The real slim shady My name is Mosh Like toy soldiers Mockingbird When i'm gone Sing for the moment Kim Just lose it without me 8 Mile Ass like that Business Kim Soldier Stan
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so good to be back..
I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft Slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap acts Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Chorus: Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little Just let it gradually build from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryina tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward, That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin' How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists Now this is our final hour Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six... Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero Look in his eyes its all lies The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you know why, Cause I told you to fight.
And as we proceed, To Mosh through this desert storm, In these closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)