Soldier's Story-Brand Nubian

Soldier's Story - Brand Nubian Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar Evers Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah Wise from L.G., Malcolm X (rocket soars overhead) "Fire in the hole!" (war sounds) (x2) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut (Chorus: Lord Jamar) Soldiers don't die they just fade away Have you ever tried to spray the AK We camoflauged down with the analog sound Leavin enemies in the ground A thin red line, between war and peace Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines We look death in the face, on a daily basis We do it cause we have to, a soldier's story (Lord Jamar) Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your face And walk through the mud, sh*t up to your waist Feel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hit Smell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of death My man Jim just lost a limb His right arm was the price, freedom cost to him So much, loss of life, we lost so many men So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair We gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kids For the way, that they make us live We can do it with the gat or hand to hand combat Make plans to bomb that You see, war is hell so much more to tell And this is for alla y'all soldiers that fell (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (Sadat X) I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floor In the drawer, by the closet, in the door And Ben, fixed my firing pen, that's 14 Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narc Spark came with this gun, makin it 15 Oh yeah that ol' 22'll make it 16 Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hip That's 18, shiny and clean Jean the dopefiend been holdin somethin mean My son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel 2 more flips, guns with grips, I'm into whips I'm 60/40 and the Bronx is no shorts We build forts from {?} and tenements Shoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?} My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my street Oh we gon' eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garage Livin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yard Traitors, infiltrators of that top secret data Exterminators of creators who invented haters cause there's a civil war, poor killin poor Usin that psychological warfare to kill us all Too severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the door Righteous teacher for the poor Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin war Nubian, follow me, hup two three From the year 2000 to the E-N-D Cause I don't know what y'all been told (See I don't know what y'all been told) Brand Nubian never sells their souls (Brand Nubian never sells their souls) (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (x4) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut