- Hook -

Drop, drop bombs

With the marine corp flak vest with guns and ammo

I've got seven mack-11’s, with guns and ammo

I've got seven mack 11’s, with guns and ammo…

(Verse 1)

My first album was deeper than the Nile

But now I'm here to fuck you up for sleepin’ on my style

I’ll hit you with the raw shit, it'll make you think

That you're gettin’ hit by fuckin’ warship

I'm a fuckin’ M-16 with this 16-bar verse

You hate me but you know others do far worse

Than what I do, I'm just talkin’ in metaphors

People droppin’ bombs on a village somehow get applause

I'm a walkin’ talkin’ proximity mine

A kamikaze, I'm fin to be fine

‘Cause I don't give a damn, I will take this back to Vietnam

I'm the Vietcong, teach you what it means to be a man

Knowin’ we are wrong, fightin’ each other to see who can

Overcome the other, a brother is what I am

But you are blind to the facts

Who am I? I'm the guy who attacks you with raps

While doin’ dabs…

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

It's about time you salute The General

Or I’ll come and shoot that genital

Hangin’ on the left, right, left, oh, I can't decide

I guess I’ll shoot ‘em both when passin’ by

You're just a cadet, how could you fuckin’ forget?

I am a vet, but not the one you visit with a sick pet

If words are weapons, my raps are a big jet

Decked out with warheads

Ready to be dropped down on foreheads

Listen, you little maggot, I outrank you

If I tell you to eat shit, you say thank you

My skills far exceed yours, I've earnt my stripes

If it weren't for rhymes, I'd cark it because

This is what I was made to do

But there's no politician that I have to cater to

Ten years ago, you wouldn't have even made it through

The front door of the game, to boot, camp scoot…

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

My face is covered in warpaint, you all faint

From the sight of blood, yeah, you all ain’t

Made for lyrical combat, draw first blood

So I can have a reason to lay you down in the Earth’s mud

A soldier in dark green camo

I'm shootin’ from the hip, it looks like you need ammo

But all you have is your combat knife

It's time to get right up close if you want that life

Of mine but I think that's career suicide

Take a stab at me it's either do or die, who am I?

I'm the man and I'm the one that's tellin’ you to stay calm

Warnin’ you before I'm forced to cover you in napalm

This ain’t no game, I can throw flame

With a flame thrower then make it go rain

To put you out, how could you doubt

These skills that’ll shoot you down, boy…

(Hook)

La-da-da Da-dapea

Some of y'all be fakin' the funk. What?