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one 
It's time to save your world 
You're where the wild things are yeah 

Toy soldiers off to war 
You swing your ass all down (hand puppets storm
one 
It's time to save your world 
You're where the wild things are yeah 

Toy soldiers off to war 
You swing your ass all down (hand puppets storm
one 
It's time to save your world 
You're where the wild things are yeah 

Toy soldiers off to war 
You swing your ass all down (hand puppets storm
why he's doin' good

Rollin' through the park tryin' to make another hit
Little do they know that soldiers' legit
I'm not sayin' this to put nobody
over in their graves 
The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it 
To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David 
I come to kill
their graves
The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it
To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David
I come to kill and crucify,
brother; tryin' to see why he's doin' good.
Rollin' through the park; tryin' to make another hit.
Little do they know that soldiers' legit.
I'm not sayin'
Chorus: 

Allah sees everything, everything
Allah sees everything, everything
...

[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms
Swing ya
We used to play jump the line
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times
Back in the day, riding our bikes around the estate
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bike around the estate
We used to play jump the line,
Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day,
Riding our bikes around the estate
when they sip Broma smoked Cheeba
Took doggys fours and two receive'ahs
This one is for my real Mug Mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke while doin' your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you
your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier
Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja

[Chorus: x2]

[Z-Ro]
Creeping
he's out now - and while I sing
I know he has things in a full swing, yeah
This year crumb-snatcher Thatcher, we're gonna catch her
being a klutz, her
crooked eye 
Four metal street soldiers, born to die 
Put 'em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime 
Niggaz can't be touched here, the true and livin'
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
this
Shoot em' up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast
So watch when I swings and my swangs
These niggas do not no my name, these
they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
the topic be
Drama through your armor
Bustin my two through your school of piranhas
My soldiers disapprove of your honor
We close captives, no conclusions
Let
they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
"What are you going to do?" (2X) 
"Nigga!" 
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters" 
"My mic sound nice check one" 
"The K the double O
Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write what's out
ah, that nigga don't know nothin 'bout us soldiers
what, what
    
[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X
Test that
Babosca
But first I'm bout to snatch up all Saratogas
Head straight to Foot Action and snatch me two pair of Soldiers
Take a left on Taladonna get a oh