Soldier by T-Skillz Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, ya'll know what it is
What it do cuz (bad man in the booth)
T-Skillz on the mic yeah.. and I'm serious
I'm badder than them x2
Okay see see
[Hook]
I've been a soldier since day one
Hear the sound of my guns
Rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum!
Yeah, I've been a soldier since day one
Hear the sound of my gun
Rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum!
Killing them as they come!
[Verse 1]
Strips of a baller, no Chelsea jersey, just strictly military
So I move like its the third month and raise the dead and buried
I'm in it to skill it, and I do it to win it
I kill a verse in 60 seconds and I mean it
Life is a short bitch, like a midget who's a hooker
If I ever meet my haters, I'mma feed them to a butcher
I'm on fire man, I should be a fire man
Your chick dey give bad jobs so I got fired man
I got bars like a histogram
Sorry for the wait but I gotta drop these kilograms
And I ain't talking bout Scott when I say that I'm the sick one
But I'm the one like Jet Li
My music makes you jump up, trousers on Elvis Presley
I lost my mind like its on vacay with Nemo
And its hard to find like a wack beat from Timbo
That's impossible, you rappers are too gullible
I'm always on the run but this G is unstoppable
Big crack through my RayBans so I see dope
It's the hiphop military, man, you rookies can't cope
And I'm reloading my cannon, not the one you take pics with
I'm put my life together while you were making PicStitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm playing Scrabble in the studio
I ain't got a visual but I'm killing with my audio.
I'm a soldier, blood, sweat, no tears
Camo is my own gear, no Santa Clause but you know I make it rain there
I'm blowing up like fire next to a gas cylinder
To all these salty girls, man I don't do vinegar
2face, Grass To Grace, T.I. flow, paper chase
Always on the run, Usain Bolt, I'mma win the race
Recorded my first song back in '09
Now I'm sexing with the game, doing the 69
Time is money so I'm counting like a clock on the wall
And to all these quack rappers when I come they all duck
So rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum hear the sound of my gun
You rappers are pawns to a king, I don't see you son
Running shit, marathon, gaming shit, Capcom
When you're coming for my show, grab yourself a popcorn
X'ing niggas, Malcolm, now they hating, how come?
My future so bright and you gonna see the outcome
I'm out son, nigga I'm a soldier, dirt of my shoulder
You niggas are babies, just toddlers
Nigga I'm a big boy, big boy
Flying with my G's cuz, I'm a big boy
Soldier, salute me I'm a General
Salute me, I'm a General
Yeah, ya'll know what it is
What it do cuz (bad man in the booth)
T-Skillz on the mic yeah.. and I'm serious
I'm badder than them x2
Okay see see
[Hook]
I've been a soldier since day one
Hear the sound of my guns
Rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum!
Yeah, I've been a soldier since day one
Hear the sound of my gun
Rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum!
Killing them as they come!
[Verse 1]
Strips of a baller, no Chelsea jersey, just strictly military
So I move like its the third month and raise the dead and buried
I'm in it to skill it, and I do it to win it
I kill a verse in 60 seconds and I mean it
Life is a short bitch, like a midget who's a hooker
If I ever meet my haters, I'mma feed them to a butcher
I'm on fire man, I should be a fire man
Your chick dey give bad jobs so I got fired man
I got bars like a histogram
Sorry for the wait but I gotta drop these kilograms
And I ain't talking bout Scott when I say that I'm the sick one
But I'm the one like Jet Li
My music makes you jump up, trousers on Elvis Presley
I lost my mind like its on vacay with Nemo
And its hard to find like a wack beat from Timbo
That's impossible, you rappers are too gullible
I'm always on the run but this G is unstoppable
Big crack through my RayBans so I see dope
It's the hiphop military, man, you rookies can't cope
And I'm reloading my cannon, not the one you take pics with
I'm put my life together while you were making PicStitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm playing Scrabble in the studio
I ain't got a visual but I'm killing with my audio.
I'm a soldier, blood, sweat, no tears
Camo is my own gear, no Santa Clause but you know I make it rain there
I'm blowing up like fire next to a gas cylinder
To all these salty girls, man I don't do vinegar
2face, Grass To Grace, T.I. flow, paper chase
Always on the run, Usain Bolt, I'mma win the race
Recorded my first song back in '09
Now I'm sexing with the game, doing the 69
Time is money so I'm counting like a clock on the wall
And to all these quack rappers when I come they all duck
So rahm-pa-pa-puh-pum-pum hear the sound of my gun
You rappers are pawns to a king, I don't see you son
Running shit, marathon, gaming shit, Capcom
When you're coming for my show, grab yourself a popcorn
X'ing niggas, Malcolm, now they hating, how come?
My future so bright and you gonna see the outcome
I'm out son, nigga I'm a soldier, dirt of my shoulder
You niggas are babies, just toddlers
Nigga I'm a big boy, big boy
Flying with my G's cuz, I'm a big boy
Soldier, salute me I'm a General
Salute me, I'm a General