Lyrics:
20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute
This slug's for Newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute
Army of down motherfuckers, shit we
Brutus
This not the conclusion
I'm an army of one I don't need no one else
I can make it pop by myself
Oh yeah what else
No cap got the winter shoulder
and after him is Brutus
This not the conclusion
I'm an army of one I don't need no one else
I can make it pop by myself
Oh yeah what else
No cap got
to get it on, we marched upon the lawn
out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV
Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy
This whole world
PTSD in my system
It was validated real
By my therapist last week
I bet the army will repeal
They deny me of my feelings
When I'm feeling all
wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC it won't
of the conflict was caused by Baron Zemo
Steve stopped Tony from blowin'
Bucky to bit's you could say at this point
The Avengers don't exist
Steven Strange used
Dear Lord,
I really, I don't even know how to ax this
You know, I can't, this this this is not an act
I must, from the bottom of my heart, ask
mountain of this bread to recruit some new football players
While yo brothers dying next door from having a lack of paper
That's cap
I went driving by my
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
quazi
Join the army
Fucking Nazi's
It's fucking nuts
Instead I saved her from her fucked up Fucking religion and her fucked up Family
Fuck is that ok
Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game
need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga counting money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga nigga,
Finally ending your dumb tropes
Hanging you by the devil's ropes
Drowning, Drowning, Sinking, Sinking
At the stake, we will take
You away from your throne
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
now is like watching a fish on dry land.
I only wish you could see me down in the islands, mister that's my home.
What a fool I was to leave the only
Get out your seats, real hip hop is back up in these streets
RBG, Army in the Hood, we our own police
Ain't no need for these Feds keeping scopes
gods dirty work
Rousing armies to free us, truth is coming with vengeance, believe this
'Cause they crossed the line
When they jabbed a poison needle in
like a Cheerio
Ya'll boy's be too fishy, go hang out with Ariel
I just killed a beat, now it's time for the burial
This shit is too easy, like shooting
the action sit back and start relaxin
Proppa Dee is on the scene keep them jazzy beats stackin
We're digging like vinyl collectors polished up like army boots
They come down from the trees
My friends
My army
My soul
My dreams
Each like a train to snatch the bodies
This is the bitter reign of the tribes
E.S. can make it happen
Blatantly breaking your back and
Rappers are fake when they're clapping
Cartridges this artist is a narcissistic arsonist
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