Soldier - Halo, Big Remo

In hip hop the nigga is still living

The nigga that does all the dirt is still living so

It’s real nigga shit

That might be that hero shit

That goes back to Africans telling stories and shit

You know, we"re just passing that hero

Like a soldier though

I had a dream

Something like Martin Luther the King

And I could see it

Right before my eyes, and it was wild

I could be it

Only if I tried a little meaner

Make my momma a believer

We were riding out to Phoenix

In a little limo lease

Nah, it was a rental car from Big Homie

For a vacay, but I had my demo on me

Now pause, this was 1994

I’m living on the west side, Tre-Fo

In Phoenix met a nigga, he was from the Tre-Fo

In the same hotel, and we became folks

He said he never heard such words

And I’m from home

And my voice was strong, had spunk like Stallone

I was wet behind the ears

Headlights to a deer

Buckshots to a nigga with a gauge with the pen

So I figured I’d roll with him

Which ruined weekend

Would my mom be the purpose of the ride to Phoenix?

All the gas in this motherfucking rental we spent

In a four cylinder, a horse could beat if he sprint nigga

But I was born to feel like God touched a nigga’s spirit

I remember it like a dream

Martin Luther King

We could never take the stance, which was our true stance

To be straight soldiers, straight warriors

Until hip hop came

It was alright for a nigga to say fuck y’all

We’ll do what the fuck we want

Peep

Words of a daily scribe

Palestinian thoughts through Israeli eyes

Most complaints from those who have barely tried

I dream this everyday before my daily rise

Fried from fuchsia colored buds

That loosen up the lugs, gave brews a couple chugs

(Mumbles the next rhyme scheme)

And Boo is a buttercup ??

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We cool and cuddle up

The roundest bubble butt

We clown and cut it up

The sounds of summer yep, yep, yep

Old rules, no rules when you run it but

Got to sell the dream, sell the fame

Wrapped in cellophane

Send them all back from where the hell you came

Propeller plane fly, plotting on towns to gain

It’s easy when the whole world sounds the same

Strange, I can’t get out this rain

Strange, I can’t get out this rain

Sun showers are a sign of the power

This expedition the trim is Eddie Bauer

Now or never got to get it together

For better or worse, Velveeta this cheddar

Yes sir

Collected and clever

When communicating this criteria all together

No, you would never navigate a nautical knot

Without your crew’s Capitan calling the shots

Now who’s hot?

And Boo is a buttercup

We cool and cuddle up

The roundest bubble butt

Now who’s hot?

Now who’s hot?

Now who’s hot?