creature of speech ewe feel the fury of devastation cuz ewe ewe tasted defeat eye'm alone on my throne in this universe of fear royalty divides my soul
shopping Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking I'm him [Chorus] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me I'm a rip your soldiers in half
his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers
: Lyrics/Music: B. Fabio Rizzo, P. Giannotti Ed. Universal Music Italia / Best Sound / Willy L'Orbo - Milano Qui non va ma questo badabum cha cha Tira
Lord, vai Joe Ci sono 100 ragioni per cui Universal sceglie me e solo una per cui ho scelto lei, cioe il cash Fra con i soldi in testa tre sei cinque
em Sailing down with parachutes into the hell Ruins, debris, ashes before their eyes Robot-tanks are grinding stones into dust Suddenly the hell breaks loose, the weapons bark Soldiers
poi, se vuoi; ci sono cose piu importanti da fare che sputtanare i soldi miei per mettere sottosopra una capitale, per l'evento universale. Non vale,
hoods like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standin tall like a soldier
and we need our little soldiers [Verse 2: Ras Kass] I riggedy rock, I riggedy wreck shot Nah hahaha I'm fuckin' with y'all I fall through parallel universes
me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill) Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large) GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal) Legendary... [Scaramanga
this point of collision its raining in my cranium my head feels like a stadium 3 pound of love about to burst inside my 3 pound universe its raining
kitted 20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high.. (So high..) so high.. so high.. [Method Man] Air it out Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante
You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Method Man:] Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is
comissioner One boot off he Rudolph, know he hyped flew off Hibernatin, dead in the makin, ear-rake him, gear-rake him Technician murderer, Wu hit the universe
: [Masta Killa] As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the
wax Torture pack" What what, step up, throw your sword up [Masta Killa] Aiyyo witness the abduction, bill of destruction Blood rushin, from a universal
and blunted, but all that had to stop Chick like me be chasin after cops And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin,
Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war And without him all this killing can't go on He's the Universal Soldier