Joell Ortiz - Soldier lyrics

I'm a soldier, soldier
I'm a soldier, soldier Road Kill
I'm a soldier, soldier
I'm a soldier, soldier

Down on one knee before we
Fight we say a prayer
Soldiers ritual before we dance
Like Fred Astaire
Slide my armor on and throw
My helmet on my hair
Sword in my right hand now
Every enemy beware, beware, beware

I defend my Kingdom by all means
Bastards won't even lay an eye
Let alone a hand my Queen
With every ounce of blood I
Shall bleed for the cause
Your messengers are unwelcome to
Speak to me Lord
Sincerely hope every word that
You speak is insured
Cause you'll die if I write
To a beat and record
And your men you'll lie beside
Them creeps in the morgue
As your land burns to ash
And your screams get ignored
And the people thank me but
I don't need a reward
I'll be happy just knowing that
Real heat is restored
These shenanigans carried on for
Quite too long may the sharpest arrow pierce
Every mic you're on
This isn't difficult it's a matter
Of right or wrong
King Radio forces people to like your songs
Over here we give civilians
The power to choose
That's why it's such a Slaughterhouse
When we devour you fools
I fought many battles, endured many wars
Disfigured the opponent with every
Scar that he wore
I'm really so adored therefore
I fuck princesses, you orally please
The town whore and then you rhyme
Maybe that's why you sound sore
You are such a pig
You should lie around boar
I don’t spit no, I announce raw
Not a wrinkle in my flow
Cause I iron out flaws
Pure perfection, my sword’s the best and
When I die, don’t cry if I fall
It’s destined
Just promise to tell my story to the youth
And place my name in no
Category but "The Truth"
Even tell them of how you
Caught me on the roof
With the Queen on all fours, getting doggy
Going woof no, don’t tell them that
I was just kidding around
But only about you telling
I was gripping that crown!
Yes it went down like
Anyone who's challenged me
Wait a second Jariq I gotta find a Allen key
Damn my son he got me
Over here fixing his bike, while I write
Now where we at? Ah yes, picking a fight
That's not a wise decision if
Perhaps the guy you picking
6 foot Peurto Rican and a
Chomp like Mike in Pippen
With 2010 you couldn't see
Me despite your vision
Poverty stricken lad to the kind
Of life I'm living
I'm never going back to the
Places that I've stayed
The garments that I wore and
The weeks without a shave
Lot of me old pals are in prison or a grave
So every morning I awake you'll
Find me sharpening me blade
My children shall be more than good
When all of this is over
Defender of hip hop until I drop
I'm a soldier