Feb 2019
Yeah im having flashbacks of combat back in Iraq
Got **** thought this wasn't suppose to feel this wack
Once I cocked back
The sweet sixteen naw it was M4
See how much blood I could paint on the sandy floor
Against the war but what am I here for ?
There's a battle in my own ghetto my shadow
Even fighting with my shadow breakin' plateaus
Been knocking at death's door
But it won't open I guess I'm doomed for
The penitentiary how many soldiers riding with me
Drinking til I throw my guts up what's up
I'm feelin' good but ill at the same time
These ain't for reasons of rhymes
Just something to past time hit one line
Rest in peace to all.my ****** who left me
In the battle field hope to find my will
Next to y'all grave plots still waiting for the cold steel
Twenty one guns salute to all my troops
Wither disable mentally rocking the cradle can't break the sables
Of pain leeched unto my brain snort *******
Til my thoughts go numb far from dumb
On the verge of a suicide tryna hide
And cope my feelings deep inside demons hide
Talking to me while I sleep peacefully
But naw ***** it's just my heartbeating rapidly
Thinkin' slave is watching me see me
In the dark though its bright outside homicide
Laid daily in Ramadi catching multiple bodies
From left to right now I look in front of my sight
Another brother gone hard to be strong
When you got boots and rifle my disciple
Is my nine millimeter only drink by the liters
Til the glass is staring at me waiting for hells army
Cuz ain't charming me up prepare to die
And release the steel as my i wake up for the killing fields
Fews days left til we roll out see what that artillery life bout
We'll blows holes in ya skulls for sho
No converse here just my vest n kevlar
And my m4 aiming at ya chest stress
Ya strongest arteries so come after me
But I ain't going out easily so be ready
Youll see the faces of death coming from my breath
Necroplasm has em spasm as I grasp em
Flawless victory call me Piccolo
The man with a thousands blows
That'll make a light show no plugs needed
As in greeted by another entity for my identity
They ain't on Earth see but they pose as friendliesTo my workin' enemies
Cant hide from me causing much tragedy
I'm King Tut back up in the cut finna gut
Out all these phonies I'm pending the final bill
My certificate of death laid for the killing fields
Got **** thought this wasn't suppose to feel this wack
Once I cocked back
The sweet sixteen naw it was M4
See how much blood I could paint on the sandy floor
Against the war but what am I here for ?
There's a battle in my own ghetto my shadow
Even fighting with my shadow breakin' plateaus
Been knocking at death's door
But it won't open I guess I'm doomed for
The penitentiary how many soldiers riding with me
Drinking til I throw my guts up what's up
I'm feelin' good but ill at the same time
These ain't for reasons of rhymes
Just something to past time hit one line
Rest in peace to all.my ****** who left me
In the battle field hope to find my will
Next to y'all grave plots still waiting for the cold steel
Twenty one guns salute to all my troops
Wither disable mentally rocking the cradle can't break the sables
Of pain leeched unto my brain snort *******
Til my thoughts go numb far from dumb
On the verge of a suicide tryna hide
And cope my feelings deep inside demons hide
Talking to me while I sleep peacefully
But naw ***** it's just my heartbeating rapidly
Thinkin' slave is watching me see me
In the dark though its bright outside homicide
Laid daily in Ramadi catching multiple bodies
From left to right now I look in front of my sight
Another brother gone hard to be strong
When you got boots and rifle my disciple
Is my nine millimeter only drink by the liters
Til the glass is staring at me waiting for hells army
Cuz ain't charming me up prepare to die
And release the steel as my i wake up for the killing fields
Fews days left til we roll out see what that artillery life bout
We'll blows holes in ya skulls for sho
No converse here just my vest n kevlar
And my m4 aiming at ya chest stress
Ya strongest arteries so come after me
But I ain't going out easily so be ready
Youll see the faces of death coming from my breath
Necroplasm has em spasm as I grasp em
Flawless victory call me Piccolo
The man with a thousands blows
That'll make a light show no plugs needed
As in greeted by another entity for my identity
They ain't on Earth see but they pose as friendliesTo my workin' enemies
Cant hide from me causing much tragedy
I'm King Tut back up in the cut finna gut
Out all these phonies I'm pending the final bill
My certificate of death laid for the killing fields
