The Last Soldier

Duration

1:15

Genres

Urban

Lyrics

Im taking over with the dillinger, the killin villan revealing the cylinder barrel, im in control im a pharaoh in the bones and marrow, muscle and skin. Never again am i gonna be weaker than them. At the peak of my game, bringing the pain, seeking the fame. Bringing the heat, stinging the beat, ripping the mic and then picking a fight. A rap battle, come back saddled and strapped, the scrap metal ripping through your chest and cap. Rest, in fact, the rest are crap, aristocrat fat cats are no better than that. Sever a track, matter if fact, forever attack, retract the gat and clap the mac. I forever attract attention, the tension to mention is incredible. Im sick ill turn your whole gang green. In need of critical medical hospitable care. Im dispicable, there, take it. Do what you want. I dont need you here to move up to the front. Youre nothing you chump. This song is something to bump, the thump in the trunk. Grab the pump and i dump, rounds from the shottie. Pop it and i splatter your body, scatter your brain. I think im insane, speaking profane, preaching, teaching, trained, untamed. Fall back, the dog pack is all back for combat with glocks and macs, cocked back to attack. I clap and cap a cat in the back. Youre looking at the last true soldier.