SOLDIERS, SOLDIERS, SOLDIERS, SOLDIERS I DROP TRACKS, I DROP HITS. I MAKE TRACKS, I MAKE MUSIC. ITS ALL GOOD WHEN AM WHEN AM SINGING. ITS ALL GOOD- I MAKE MUSIC. ITS SOUL FOOD FOR YOUR LISTENING. ITS SO GOOD WHEN AM LISTENING. IT BLOWS THROUGH, THROUGH YOUR SPEAKERS. TWO TWELVES BASE DRUMS IN MY TRUNK. AM ROLLING ON THE NINETEENS WITH THE PERRELLIS. I GIVE YOU TRACKS BACK TO BACK NON STOP THROUGH OUT. THIS IS ALL YEAR. LIKE THE FOUR SEASONS I GO THROUGH ALL ANY WEATHER. I TURN ON THE MUSIC- WHEN IT SO QUIET. IT IS MY DREAM THAT MY PRAYERS- REACH HEAVEN. THAT- IS WHY I PUT THEM IN MY BARS. LET AN OGIE BUST IT LOUD. BACK TO BACK FOR THE BLESSING. IT BREAKS TO JAH MUSIC. THAT CONCIOUS STREET MUSIC. REGULATING THE BEAT SUB CONSCIOUSLY. DERIVING THE BARS FROM THE SUPREME INTELLIGENCE. IN RETURN AS A SON I GIVE EVERYTHING BACK TO THE FATHER. AMBITION AS A RIDAH. THATS WHY I BRING YOU THE HUSTLA MUSIC. GOD BLESSED THE WORK OF HIS HANDS. MAN GETS PAID FOR THE WORK OF HIS HANDS. LIKE FATHER LIKE SON. MY NIGGA I COPY THE FATHER. IMITATING JAH ALONE. MAKE WAY FOR THE BLESSING. RIGHT OF THE BACK THE ORDER IS FUCK UP.