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[Hook]
[Angeles]
Your rhymes shootin blanks I never even felt it
My rhyme sharp shanks bustin holes through ya helmet
You can call me the future like solider recruited
You can call me the champ not lyrically disputed
Your whole army's weak its a struggle just to fight
More power than your army just by holdin one mic
In the time of battle your just diggin out trenches
Move to the rap game your just player warmin benches
Only the strong survive the truth really hurts
If raps battles were wars your the one dyin first
If rhymes were ammo you'll be runnin out quick
Your guns gettin cocked back just like your faggot lips
Im the general and I'll drop you to the floor
I made my way up its time to settle the score
Im ready for battle like bein ready for war
Your the army reserve what ya fuckin waitin for
[Shay]
Better be standin straight when see you in the street
Before we stomp your ass out and you can't even take a seat
Even if you got to war im a make sure your out
Im solider i can march my ass down to your house
And still won't get hurt motherfucker i'll burry you in the dirt
I dont go out when I fight I fight to the fullest
Go easy on me I'll leave your body shreaded with bullets
This might be the last time you'll see me so take a deep breath
Fucken with Terror Ops ya gon experince your death
You aint even up in the game you need to focus
I bet you could'nt beat me even if i moved in slow motion
You want to go one on one I think you made the wrong decision
I finish you bare handed I don't need no ammuntion
You kept talking shit you made my heart turn colder
See the show in your face you just got stomped by a solider
[Bryan]
Im a enter the stage with parachutes rockin black moutain boots
Camo suits pants and jackets equipped with rockets ready to shoot
At faggot maggot groups cuz they try to test my troops
But my dirty rhymes polutes minds till it cant compute
That ya recruits below our ranks testin us with blunt shanks
How you gonna test a fucken group that learnd to hunt tanks
Im a tactician gone atomic a pratician bomb fanatic
A solider trained to aquatic cuz my flow is dam chaotic
My minds designed robotic to spit lines automatic
Like my gun to send ya back flippin like a trippin acrobatic
Im a tackle any obstacle and complete em within seconds
Cuz i got more heat in my mandible than thermal nuclear weapons
So i highly advise you revise if your not authorized to talk
Or ima nuke you by surprise disguised as black hawks
We paradrop on rooftops and pop tops with head shots
Stop us ya plan flops ya crews in red dots
Cuz even our mic gots laser sniper scope slots
Were the street grown well known microphone terror ops
[Hook]
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