Aasim - Real Soldier lyrics
[Aasim - Real Soldier lyrics]
Yeah, this the takeover right here, niggas
Aasim is back
This shit right here is called "Real Soldier
" Sean C on the beat
It's Aasim for president for 2004 and 2005
And beyond and all that shit
It's Bad Boy and all that shit
Grind Music and all that shit
Shout out to Fatman Scoop, entire Hot 97
South Jamaica, Queens and all
That shit, listen, uh
My type of wrath is like a flight that crash
Nothin' but lost lives and smoke
Fire burnin' leavin' pounds of ash
And I'm a outlaw like Johnny Cash
If anybody ask, my name is Aasim
I walk a different path
My lyrics smash like a horrific crash
Words prolific as the voice of God
My spirit holds a sense of man
All of this soldier's glory's written
In a testament of
Murder, drugs, pimpin', rap music, ball
And boxin' gloves
The hottest love from any non or snub
I write in blood
A lion tough in defiance stone denyin' a hug
High in my mug'll get you shoulder shrugs
'cause a
Coward's actions signifi'ly different from
What a soldier does
Your whole folder's trash
Time to change your résumé
I save the people from the way
That they been let astray
I feed the people food for thought
But on some gutter shit so go against Aas'
You need to realize who you fuckin' with
Aas' for president
For self control of government
I save the game givin'
Rappers back they publishin'
So give me Def Jam and I'm runnin' shit
I'm liftin' labels like the cross on my back
Some second comin' shit
The Bad Boy of this rap shit
I'm comin' with a
Followin' of niggas who grind and take action
So as it is in heaven, my power's similar to
God, lightnin' rods
And loud trumpets thunder clappin' presence
A real soldier leaves and
A fake soldier follows
Real soldiers grind and the
Fake soldiers borrows aasim for president
We ain't promised tomorrow
So let's do this rap shit like
It's supposed to be done
A real soldier leaves and
A fake soldier follows
Real soldiers grind and the
Fake soldiers borrows aasim for president
We ain't promised tomorrow
So let's do this rap shit like
It's supposed to be done
Shout to Big D, C France
Keon, Keith, Speed, what up?
2005 shit, it's real serious
Aasim is back
This shit right here is called "Real Soldier
" Sean C on the beat
It's Aasim for president for 2004 and 2005
And beyond and all that shit
It's Bad Boy and all that shit
Grind Music and all that shit
Shout out to Fatman Scoop, entire Hot 97
South Jamaica, Queens and all
That shit, listen, uh
My type of wrath is like a flight that crash
Nothin' but lost lives and smoke
Fire burnin' leavin' pounds of ash
And I'm a outlaw like Johnny Cash
If anybody ask, my name is Aasim
I walk a different path
My lyrics smash like a horrific crash
Words prolific as the voice of God
My spirit holds a sense of man
All of this soldier's glory's written
In a testament of
Murder, drugs, pimpin', rap music, ball
And boxin' gloves
The hottest love from any non or snub
I write in blood
A lion tough in defiance stone denyin' a hug
High in my mug'll get you shoulder shrugs
'cause a
Coward's actions signifi'ly different from
What a soldier does
Your whole folder's trash
Time to change your résumé
I save the people from the way
That they been let astray
I feed the people food for thought
But on some gutter shit so go against Aas'
You need to realize who you fuckin' with
Aas' for president
For self control of government
I save the game givin'
Rappers back they publishin'
So give me Def Jam and I'm runnin' shit
I'm liftin' labels like the cross on my back
Some second comin' shit
The Bad Boy of this rap shit
I'm comin' with a
Followin' of niggas who grind and take action
So as it is in heaven, my power's similar to
God, lightnin' rods
And loud trumpets thunder clappin' presence
A real soldier leaves and
A fake soldier follows
Real soldiers grind and the
Fake soldiers borrows aasim for president
We ain't promised tomorrow
So let's do this rap shit like
It's supposed to be done
A real soldier leaves and
A fake soldier follows
Real soldiers grind and the
Fake soldiers borrows aasim for president
We ain't promised tomorrow
So let's do this rap shit like
It's supposed to be done
Shout to Big D, C France
Keon, Keith, Speed, what up?
2005 shit, it's real serious