Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soldier, artist - Halo.
Date of issue: 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 ?? |
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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? |