Soulja Up
Album: G2daX
By: Guerrilla X - The Official
By: Guerrilla X - The Official
Duration
5:14
Description
Guerrilla X launches this new unreleased track 'Soulja Up' as a comeback track to those who oppose his rise to greatness and addresses those who fake their way to greatness as the song evolves to counter on 3rd World oppressors. This hardcore revolutionary track goes deep metaphorically into the raging mind of an ex-soldier gone guerrilla on a more sinister militant attack against the oppressors.
Lyrics
Soulja Up written by Guerrilla X - Verse 1 - I'm back from the dead like Makaveli killed the Reaper off; took over the cemetary rose an army from the dead of hardcore guerrillas like Huey Newton, Arafat and Che Guevara I'm ya father, ya son, ya Holy Ghost I'm that cross you tuck beneath ya fuckin' militant clothes i'm that gangsta guerrilla God you pray before meals I'm that hateful adversary who so hard to kill you fuckin' love me; hate me; curse my soul an angry fuckin' bipolar goin' outta control like a suicide bomber wrapped up in explosives a Valentine Massacre; shoot'em up and reload it I'm the harsh reality of many things to come I'm ya worst nightmare, i'm a reason to run I'm that man you see on TV wanted dead or alive that nobody makin' history on the mic tonight - Hook Repeats w/ talking - yo... say my name 3 times like Candy Man the ballad of a dead soulja is back again Guerrilla X baby groundbreaking you to the floor the cutting edge of hypocracy is at'cha door from the 3rd world a 4th world is coming to light like the retro virus Aids made through US Science like them dounut eatin' pigs beatin' Rodney King or them bitches on American Idol who can't sing Fuck'em all!!! Like the Lakers smashin' Suge Knights face in or the Hulk smashin' through the Abomination on Doomday... fuckin killin Superman dead like King Leanidos spearin' you wit 300 men it's a dual for the fuel, currency and the hype you can fight for these things but that shit ain't right better crawl before you walk, better read before you speak better hope we never catch yo ass creepin' our streets - Hook Repeats w/ talking - Blasphemy!!! They say i have the audacity to maximize beef heated by my strategy 3rd World rise high pump yo fist in the air together fightin' like Compton wit Harlem in here this is for peace, for love, the family 'X' not some Goddamn war waged upon our necks some call it a terrorists threat when i get upset parade the flage upside down; call for the Presidents head i'm not a terrorists even though i tear up the mic i'm a social revolutionary... fightin' for rights an angry guerrilla runnin' through these concrete jungles a rugged muthafucka wit a machete ready to cut'cha so let the bodies drop, non-stop, mowin' you down for every blood, sweat, tear you took from this town for every woman raped, shamed, maimed, fetuses torched every crime has it's punishment... guess what's yours!?! - Hook Repeats w/ talking -
