Soldier de Eminem

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns,
Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'.
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death,
never live to regret what I said
when you're me, people just want to see,
if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's,
what you do so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill,
when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
in confrontation ain't no conversation,
if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it.
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies,
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much,
they won't 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 won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble,
I will never stumble

I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers,
when the fuckin' judge lets me off
all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off,
I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news,
pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets,
an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin',
you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued,
you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops,
all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot,
you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not,

Verse 3
I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' 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 rockin' to it
you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it,
don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest,
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock,
listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey,
till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me,
and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm

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