Lyrics
Verse one:
I bust heavy rounds on the Mic,
The most lyrical Emcee,
Coming strong with the rhymes,
The best of all times,
All you wack emcees,
This is death time,
I’m lethal on the Mic,
Ya all sound like dikes on the Mic,
But I’m an invata,
So I stimulate rhymes,
And let ya simulate mine,
Since the essence of the world know,
Is we all wanna be something else,
Truth is we are what wealth,
God gave us to share,
So we need to get ready and bare it,
Because the evil won’t tolerate it,
I stand prompt,
With my hand out for a new start,
So I break down and ask for forgiveness,
For all of my sins,
God please take my confession in,
My hart begs for forgiveness,
My tears weep,
I live strong with no sleep,
Arms weak,
But they rise up,
Can I grow up to a new musical dynasty?
Course:
Confessions of a soldier,
My rhymes equal peace,
Confessions of a soldier,
I speak the lyrics of purity,
Confessions of a soldier,
Sins lifted, rising above,
Confessions of a soldier,
Feeling better than I ever have,
Confessions of a soldier,
Verse two:
I just about forgot,
What music was about?
Just about let my pen fall asleep on the pad,
Because I got mad,
So I had to get up,
And pick up the Mic again,
Brining new lyrics for a kingdom,
Of freedom and richisnes,
And purity,
Crumb by crumb,
Drum to drum,
Song to song,
Equals and album,
Essential standards,
Giving hip hop,
What it demands,
Giving the world my great plan,
To peace,
This is my lyrical masterpiece,
Trying to release positive messages,
I got passion so I’m breaking threw the bitterness,
Deep inside there’s a bit of emptiness,
I progress threw my depression,
I got great preconception to music,
Is clear reception to even the hardest criminals?
My vibes to the world are critical,
They’re the most political,
I’m on my own stanza,
This my lyrical extravaganza,
So pure it makes gangs remove bandannas,
Course:
Confessions of a soldier,
My rhymes equal peace,
Confessions of a soldier,
I speak the lyrics of purity,
Confessions of a soldier,
Sins lifted, rising above,
Confessions of a soldier,
Feeling better than I ever have,
Confessions of a soldier,
Verse three:
Breaking down walls,
Still preform my greatest,
Even if the crowd doesn’t applause,
Because I’m hard headed,
I’m purebred white boy,
Close to music like a riverbed,
To a winding stream down,
From north to south,
I found my gift,
At the age of ten,
I’ve been strong with my intentions,
Brining reality to a third dimension,
Tensions tough and rugged,
I come from Jazz to Hip-Hop,
Like dirt turn into mud,
Clean to dirty,
But still positive with a high level,
I still bust doors down and become revel like,
If someone test my story line,
I began to combine,
New rhymes to bring threw sunshine,
I’m aggressive but yet gentle,
Don’t test my mind,
DJ Santana is the new design to hip hop,
Statured with the wickedest lyrical emphasis,
My poition is nothing,
But my purity is entence poetry from the hart,
