paroles de chanson Soldier - Joell Ortiz
I'm
a
soldier.
Down
on
one
knee
before
we
fight
we
say
a
prayer
Soldiers
ritual
before
we
dance
like
Fred
Astaire
Slide
my
armour
on
and
throw
my
helmet
on
my
hair
Sword
in
my
right
hand
now
every
enemy
beware
I
defend
my
Kingdom
by
all
means
Bastards
won't
even
lay
an
eye,
let
alone'll
handle
my
Queen
With
every
ounce
of
blood
I
shall
bleed
for
the
cause
Your
messengers
all
welcome
to
speak
to
me
Lord
Sincerely
hope
every
word
that
you
speak
is
in
short
Cause
you'll
die
if
I
write
to
a
beat
and
record
And
your
men
you'll
lie
beside
them
creeps
in
the
morgue
As
your
land
burns
to
ash
and
your
screams
get
ignored
And
the
people
thank
me
but
I
don't
need
a
reward
I'll
be
happy
just
knowing
that
real
heat
is
restored
These
shenanigans
carried
on
for
quite
too
long
May
the
sharpest
arrow
pierce
every
mic
you're
on
This
isn't
difficult
it's
a
matter
of
right
or
wrong
King
radio
forces
people
to
like
your
song
Over
here
we
give
civilians
the
power
to
choose
That's
why
it's
such
a
slaughterhouse
when
we
devour
you
fools
I
fought
many
battles,
and
fought
many
wars
Disfigured
the
opponent
with
every
scar
that
he
wore
I'm
really
sore
God
therefore
I
fuck
princesses,
you
orally
please
the
town
whore
And
then
you
rhyme,
maybe
that's
why
you
sound
sore
You
are
such
a
pig,
you
should
lie
around
boar
I
don't
spit
no,
I
announce
raw
Not
a
wrinkle
in
my
flow
cause
I
iron
out
flaws
Pure
perfection,
my
sword's
the
best
and
When
I
die,
don't
cry
If
I
fall,
it's
destined
Just
promise
to
tell
my
story
to
the
youth
And
place
my
name
in
no
category
but
"The
Truth"
Even
tell
them
of
how
you
caught
me
on
the
roof
With
the
queen
on
all
fours,
getting
doggy,
going
woof
No,
don't
tell
them
that,
I
was
just
kidding
around
But
only
about
you
telling,
I
was
gripping
that
crown!
Yes
it
went
down
like
anyone
who's
challenged
me
Wait
a
second
Jarik
I
gotta
find
the
alan
key
Aw
son
he
got
me
over
here
fixing
his
bike,
while
I
write
Now
where
we
at?
Ah
yes,
picking
a
fight
That's
not
a
wise
decision
if
perhaps
the
guy
you're
picking
6 foot
Peurto
Rican
and
a
chop
like
Mike
in
Pippin
With
2010
you
couldn't
see
me
despite
your
vision
Poverty
stricken
lie
to
the
kind
of
life
I'm
living
I'm
never
going
back
to
the
places
that
I've
stayed
The
garments
that
I
wore
and
the
weeks
without
a
shave
Lot
of
me
old
pals
are
in
prison
or
a
grave
So
every
morning
I
awake
you'll
find
me
sharpening
me
blade
My
children
shall
be
more
than
good
when
all
of
this
is
over
Defender
of
hip
hop
until
I
drop,
I'm
a
soldier
1 Ortiz In This Bitch
2 Soldier
3 Taking My Ball
4 Snake Charmer
5 I Go Off
6 Popular Demand
7 Run This Town
8 Make It Without You
9 Stalker
10 Vinnie Vega
11 On Tour
12 Big Money
13 50 for the People
14 Crime Wave
15 Election Day
16 Happy Birthday Pun
17 Hello Brooklyn
18 Outro
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