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Made in America. No offense to the rest of ya
I'm a late jazz messenger
I became a digital soldier by speaking on full disclosure
Other things
In a delay of life trynna stay at a flight
Gliding through the city like Bruce Wayne does in the night
Passing by my old town just to say my goodbyes
the Porsche
So much you can’t afford
You thrift the store
Like Macklemore
Lips are smacking hard
You actin hard
You wackin hard
Drive by in a Honda
on the bathroom floor
You should not rap no more
You sound like Macklemore's avatar
Mixed with jabberjaws
I'm blessed by the Father, to write a opera
And light up
(Sometimes, sometimes)
I know what I told you, ice
I've never been colder this Evian water
I might lose my life for this
I stand like a soldier
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D.O.A.
Woke up broke but still went shopping
Thrift store no macklemore bitch I'm popping
Da da da da da
Eight-dollar Dior baby that's what I'm copping
Da
The soldiers get trained by the lieutenant
The lieutenant get all his orders from the Captain
General, when I was young I got drafted
Sent me to the army
dream
Is it by force to be with him Is this a military regime
I be soldier man I say stand at ease
Sho ri Dollar ma fi gba e leti
It's only me there is no
Follow my orders or fucking die
Try to go off track and
You'll taste the knife
And the only way out is fucking suicide
By the way
I still laugh
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
dead he's a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, niggas ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggas ain't trustin
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no sucka
Fiend
sin, it's not by our might
And we're fighting all the sin
And the good book, it says we'll win
Soldiers, Soldiers, under command
Soldiers, Soldiers
Long A Soldier
In the city of monuments, among the flags of all governments
The order of battle is written in the shadows of a hard black line
Where
a fish
Caught by a fisherman
Sold to the family of the boy who had the toys
And the cook said, look at the one-legged soldier
It looks just like
without sin, it's not by our might
And we're fighting all the sin
And the good book, it says we'll win
Soldiers, Soldiers, under command
Soldiers
out that car
All my soldiers
Hopping out that car
Bitch we ready
Picked up by a uber now Im rolling in the backseat
When I hit the stage they get
I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand open hands I want all of that
Painting vivid pictures influenced by old prescriptions
Of people passing
HOOK
FIGHT (Servant Soldier) FIGHT (pull up on em)
Better FIGHT RIGHT Yeshuas Troops we get ready for WcR
FIGHT (Servant Soldier) FIGHT (pull up
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so
soldier
He signed away his name
Tin soldier
No chance for cash or fame
Tin soldier
Now he knows the truth
Tin soldier
He signed away his youth
He
soldier
Stay out the streets, go to school, I thought I told ya
Not a day goes by, where I don't see ya face
When I have dreams about ya it's my fav place
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