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T. Rex were a British rock band, formed in 1967 by singer/songwriter and guitarist Marc Bolan. The band formed as Tyrannosaurus Rex, releasing four underground folk albums under the name. Tony Visconti (their producer for several albums) claimed in a documentary on the band that he had taken to using the abbreviated term "T. Rex" as a shorthand, something that initially irritated Bolan, who gradually came around to the idea and officially shortened the band's name to "T. Rex" at roughly the same time they started having big hits (shortly after going electric). more »

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Yey
Hey Hey Hey Hey
I'm a soldier, I ain't no martyr, I'm a goddamn soldier
So I hold my chin up, gotta keep that focus, mm-hmm

I'm focused, my thoughts mixed emotion
You can see the devotion, these haters ain't provokin
Light the world up, I'm tokin
Versus steaming, I'm smokin

Windows down, rollin
Haters comments trollin
It's not what you hopin
Your words don't lead to mopin

Aimin' my sights, I'm scopin
Wash me off, I'm soapin
Rug me wrong, no gropin
Lift me up, I'm floatin

Spirit's never broken
Only thing I'm chokin
Hackin' up rappers like I'm candy bar dosin
Wearin' confidence like clothin

Sittin' back slopin
Open mics, I'm closin
Mind is lost for zonin
Vision's where I'm goin

Undoubtedly knowin
My music self-promotin
Writin' thoughts, personal notin
Rhymes is flowin

Throwin' strikes, I'm bowlin
Let's keep this ball rollin
Luggin' my luggage, I'm totin
This game around knowin

I'm the best unnoticed, took a month, confidence showin
You did me dirty, you did me wrong
Chin up, chin up, cause life goes on
Found my purpose, you not involved

Chin up, chin up, I heal these scars
That were once open, now they closed up
Gotta hit me harder, thought that I done told ya
I ain't no martyr, I'm a goddamn soldier

So I hold my chin up, gotta keep that focus
He's just got lyrics between a hook
Till he starts to spit, you give me a look
Flippin' the page on life's book

Rattled your cage, mind is shook
Told him not to run, he booked
Claimed to be a thief, but ain't no such thing
as halfway crooks, my career bout to pop off like a fish hook

Choppin' chefs, throwin' away cooks
Pawns to queens, checkmate with a brook
Beatin' anything in my way from vets to rooks
You say take, I say took

You say cook, I say cooked
You flee for the books, I never snook
Stuck with no fear, I'm stuck
You want the crown, I overtook

Come and get it, I ain't scared of fook
My mind's full of endless bars, you just got hooks
Go bar for bar with me, I'll have your mind took
A month for an album, didn't need my rhyme book

Uphill both ways by foot
Sleepin' on me, turned nightmares to dreams
Like I'm misunderstood
Motivate myself, don't need you to push

You did me dirty, you did me wrong
Chin up, chin up, cause life goes on
Found my purpose, you not involved
Chin up, chin up, I heal these scars

That were once open, now they closed up
Gotta hit me harder, thought that I done told ya
I ain't no martyr, I'm a goddamn soldier
So I hold my chin up, gotta keep that focus

Mhmm

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