Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldier , by - Halo. Release date: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soldier |
| In hip hop the nigga is still living |
| The nigga that does all the dirt is still living so |
| It’s real nigga shit |
| That might be that hero shit |
| That goes back to Africans telling stories and shit |
| You know, we"re just passing that hero |
| Like a soldier though |
| I had a dream |
| Something like Martin Luther the King |
| And I could see it |
| Right before my eyes, and it was wild |
| I could be it |
| Only if I tried a little meaner |
| Make my momma a believer |
| We were riding out to Phoenix |
| In a little limo lease |
| Nah, it was a rental car from Big Homie |
| For a vacay, but I had my demo on me |
| Now pause, this was 1994 |
| I’m living on the west side, Tre-Fo |
| In Phoenix met a nigga, he was from the Tre-Fo |
| In the same hotel, and we became folks |
| He said he never heard such words |
| And I’m from home |
| And my voice was strong, had spunk like Stallone |
| I was wet behind the ears |
| Headlights to a deer |
| Buckshots to a nigga with a gauge with the pen |
| So I figured I’d roll with him |
| Which ruined weekend |
| Would my mom be the purpose of the ride to Phoenix? |
| All the gas in this motherfucking rental we spent |
| In a four cylinder, a horse could beat if he sprint nigga |
| But I was born to feel like God touched a nigga’s spirit |
| I remember it like a dream |
| Martin Luther King |
| We could never take the stance, which was our true stance |
| To be straight soldiers, straight warriors |
| Until hip hop came |
| It was alright for a nigga to say fuck y’all |
| We’ll do what the fuck we want |
| Peep |
| Words of a daily scribe |
| Palestinian thoughts through Israeli eyes |
| Most complaints from those who have barely tried |
| I dream this everyday before my daily rise |
| Fried from fuchsia colored buds |
| That loosen up the lugs, gave brews a couple chugs |
| (Mumbles the next rhyme scheme) |
| And Boo is a buttercup ?? |
| ?? |
| ?? |
| We cool and cuddle up |
| The roundest bubble butt |
| We clown and cut it up |
| The sounds of summer yep, yep, yep |
| Old rules, no rules when you run it but |
| Got to sell the dream, sell the fame |
| Wrapped in cellophane |
| Send them all back from where the hell you came |
| Propeller plane fly, plotting on towns to gain |
| It’s easy when the whole world sounds the same |
| Strange, I can’t get out this rain |
| Strange, I can’t get out this rain |
| Sun showers are a sign of the power |
| This expedition the trim is Eddie Bauer |
| Now or never got to get it together |
| For better or worse, Velveeta this cheddar |
| Yes sir |
| Collected and clever |
| When communicating this criteria all together |
| No, you would never navigate a nautical knot |
| Without your crew’s Capitan calling the shots |
| Now who’s hot? |
| And Boo is a buttercup |
| We cool and cuddle up |
| The roundest bubble butt |
| Now who’s hot? |
| Now who’s hot? |
| Now who’s hot? |