I wake up early in da mornin, at da crack o dawn and...slip my combat boots on then I get ta runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin...1 mile 2 miles...don't mean shit...3 miles, 4 miles soldiers neva, eva quit! It's no bullshit, today I'm feelin pretty fit...I'm addicted to seeing my enemies gettin hit...from my 30 round clips, it's a trip, every 10 rounds I spit got tracers on they tips, I neva miss I'm dislocating all of their hips from their wobbly legs got em scrambin like a dozen of dirty rotten eggs. I'm shellshocked from all the battles I've done fought, time to feel the onslaught of the Unknown Soldier whose crazy eyes have gotten colder, I'm wiser and bolder cussed out the good head that was once sittin on my 2 shoulders. I lock & load, humpin my rucksack on the rocky road, listen up cuz Bouncin Betty's fittin to explode...as I yell incoming! All these scarey ass niggaz get to runnin...duckin and dodgin but I just walk away hummin...wit my 9mm Glock and don't leave til the round is lodged in...my enemy's cranium, my blood is made of vibranium, listen to this shit that Yo'NeXoKiNs sayin to em. The Geto Minister has returned, hope them lessons was learned by them ignorant imbeciles thinkin they could burn...the Lyrical Excorcist, thinkin they could get with this...mark 2 off my shitlist, now class is dimissed. I'm just a souljah...just like I told ya! (2×'s)