DIABOLICSoldier's Logic Lyrics
Soldierís logic, capture the essence and hold it hostage,
Like passengers controlliní cock-pits with loaded glock clips,
Wonít stop till pigs fly in solar comets, chased by exploding rockets,
Through hell while its frozen solid, see,
Nostradamus predicted the approach of Bolic,
With a weapon armed like Megatronís shoulder socket,
Cozí im the future, hold court and prosecute yaí.
Till I cock the ruger and your fuckin history like Karma Sutra,
Iím worshiped like god Garuda or the tribe of Judah,
Cozí my medulla oblongata got a cocked bazooka,
And iíll just shoot yaí, while vagabonds tag along,
Who are trained to operate on soldiers like Trapper John,
Who wanna bet Iím sick than seven plagues of Babylon,
Letís shake on it, Iíll slap your palm so hard I snap your arm,
The battles on and youíll realize god is vengeful,
With the odds against you like suicide bombiní Mohammedís temple,
Iím monumental so imma go from non-essential,
To a memory mentioned next to ďcan it be all so simple?Ē,
But canít afford to sell, mama never wore Chanel,
I was born during a five alarm fire storm in hell,
And i swore to tell the story how we fell from glory,
So throw Haitís in reverse, back the hell up off me,
You donít have the balls to deal with a Neanderthal,
Catapultiní dead bodyís over the kings castle wall.
[Poison Pen; Talking]
Hahaha, this what happens,
When you mix alot of beer, with alot more weed,
Multiplied by fifteen bar fights, Its Diabolic, nigga...
Its Rebel Armz muthafucka! Stomp the shit out you,
Fuck everything you stand for...
Iíll never taste my pride, Iíll never change, never say and die,
Like a native tribe despite the smallpox they provide,
Fuck the game, Iíll take it by storm and break inside,
And maybe i flood the streets with crack like its í85,
Rainy skies and cloudsíll form, the crowdsíll swarm,
To hear my album songs, kneel down and bow before,
Sound the horns; I arrived in a crown of thorns,
To power bomb blocks when I drop like ______,
Now itís on, took a breathe of air, said a prayer,
Threw you down a flight of heavens stairs into the devils lair,
And I continue this genocide with Engineer,
Till they light up our electric chairs like florescent flares,
Never cared if what goes around comes back around,
To track us down like canine units with Basset hounds,
These are battlegrounds, I watch them unfold,
And see them turn men to animals like Doctor Moreau,
So i run into the lionís den with a squad of iron men,
Spittiní like thereís viral stem cells in my sinus flem,
Iíll die and rise again, then make water wine,
Cozí i ride driving bent, and drink all the time,
Donít wanna sign to a label I never need,
Iím a genetic breed, doing more leg work than centipedes,
Best believe Iíd bleed to set us free and Iím blessed to be real,
Thatís why the soldierís here next to me.
[Poison Pen; Talking]
Yo, we bang out till your muthafuckiní medulla oblongata hang out, nigga,
Itís Diabolic, heís a liar, heís a thief, heís a goon,
Heís a muthafuckiní criminal, heís a degenerate louse, heís a drunk,
Hahahaha.....and that my muthafuckiní dude!
Iím Poison Pen, Money Shot, P.
Wipe it off your chin and gargle it down, mofucka,
Rebel Armz all day! Yo...
You ever got centipeded before? That's getting stomped by fifty dudes,
Thats a hundred feet! That's the Rebel Armz as we centipedes nigga,
Yo, I been waiting for this album a long time man, know what im sayin?
So yo check this out, imma sit the fuck back,
I got a leader right here, righ next to me in the lab, yo SouthPaw
Crack the muthafuckin bottle man, fuck yaíll niggas...
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