Soldier - Eminem

Album: The Eminem Show

I'm a soldier 
I'm a soldier 
Da da da da da dada 
I'm a soldier 
I'm a soldier 
Yo 

[Verse #1] 
Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns 
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one 
And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin' 
Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing 
Will it stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death 
Never lived to regret what I said 
When your me, people just wanna see if its true 
If it's you, what your saying in your raps what you do 
So they feel, it's part of ya obligation of forefill 
If they see you on the streets face to face are you for real? 
The compitation ain't no compisation if you feel 
Your in violation, any hesitation? it'll get you killed 
If you feel it, kill it, you can conceal it, reveal it 
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets 
Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies 
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze 

[Chorus] 
I'm a soldier 
These shoulders hold up so much 
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up 
I'm a soldier 
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble 
I will never slip or stumble 
I'm a soldier 
These shoulders hold up so much 
They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up 
I'm a soldier 
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble 
I will never stumble 

[Verse #2] 
I love pissing you off, it get's me off 
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off 
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off 
I'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off 
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do just gets news 
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2" 
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it 
You sweat bullets and excellent that method to get rid of the next bully 
It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering 
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them 
Mr. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued, 
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room 
Everybody's hearts just stops, they call the cops 
All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops 
Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot 
You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not 

[Chorus] 

[Verse #3] 
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em 
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em 
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence 
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it 
You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it 
Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it 
Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truse 
I spit the illest shit ever, could drive me to it 
So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock 
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock 
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen 
Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again 
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey 
'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30 
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me 
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity 

[Chorus] 

Go left, go left, go left right left 
Go left, go left, go left right left 
Go left, go left, go left right left 
Go left, go left, go left right left 
 

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