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lirik lagu soldier’s logic – diabolic

soldier’s logic, capture the essence and hold it hostage,
like p-ssengers controllin’ c-ck-pits with loaded glock clips,
won’t stop till pigs fly on solar comets, chased by exploding rockets,
through h-ll while its frozen solid, see,
nostradamus predicted the approach of bolic,
with a weapon armed like megatron’s shoulder socket,
coz’ im the future, hold court and prosecute ya’.
till i c-ck the ruger in your f-ckin history like karma sudra,
i’m worshiped like god of buddha or the tribe of judah,
coz’ my medulla oblongata got a c-cked bazooka,
and i’ll just shoot ya’, while vagabonds tag along,
who are trained to operate on soldiers like trapper john,
who wanna bet i’m sicka than seven plagues of babylon,
let’s shake on it, i’ll slap your palm so hard i’ll snap your arm,
the battles on and you’ll realize god is vengeful,
with the odds against you like suicide bombin’ mohammad’s temple,
i’m monumental so imma go from non-essential,
to a memory mentioned next to “can it be all so simple?”,
but can’t afford to sell, mama never wore chanel,
i was born during a five alarm fire storm in h-ll,
and i swore to tell the story how we fell from glory,
so throw hades in reverse, back the h-ll up off me,
you don’t have the b-lls to deal with a neanderthal,
catapultin’ dead bodies over the king’s castle wall.
[poison pen; talking]
hahaha, this what happens,
when you mix a lot of beer, with a lot more weed,
multiplied by fifteen bar fights, its diabolic, n-gg-…
its rebel arms m-th-f-cka! stomp the sh-t out you,
f-ck everything you stand for…
yo,
i’ll never taste my pride, i’ll never change, never sayin’ die,
like a native tribe despite the smallpox they provide,
f-ck the game, i’ll take it by storm and break inside,
and maybe i flood the streets with crack like its ’85,
rainy skies and clouds will form, the crowds will swarm,
to hear my alb-m songs, kneel down and bow before em,
sound the h-rns; i arrived in a crown of th-rns,
to power bomb blocks when i drop like bausch & lomb,
now it’s on, i took a breathe of air, said a prayer,
threw you down a flight of heaven’s stairs into the devil’s lair,
and i’ll continue this genocide with engineer,
till they light up our electric chairs like fluorescent flares,
never cared if what goes around comes back around,
to track us down like canine units with b-sset hounds,
these are battlegrounds, i watch them unfold,
and see them turn men to animals like doctor moro,
so i run into the lion’s den, with a squad of iron men,
spittin’ like there’s viral stem cells in my sinus phlegm,
i’ll die and rise again, then make mortal wine,
coz’ i ride driving bent, and drink all the time,
don’t wanna sign to a label i never need,
i’m a genetic breed, doing more leg work than centipedes,
best believe i’d bleed to set us free and i’m blessed to be real,
that’s why there’s soldiers here next to me.
[poison pen; talking]
yo, we bang out to your m-th-f-ckin’ medulla oblongata hang out, n-gg-,
it’s diabolic, he’s a liar, he’s a thief, he’s a goon,
he’s a m-th-f-ckin’ criminal, he’s a degenerate louse, he’s a drunk,
hahahaha….and that my m-th-f-ckin’ dude!
i’m poison pen, money shot, p.
wipe it off your chin and gargle it down, mof-cka,
rebel arms all day! yo…
you ever got centipeded before? that’s getting stomped by fifty dudes,
that’s a hundred feet! that’s the rebel arms as we centipedes n-gg-,
yo, i been waiting for this alb-m a long time man, know what im sayin?
so yo check this out, imma sit the f-ck back,
i got a leader right here, right next to me in the lab, yo southpaw
crack the m-th-f-ckin bottle man, f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s…

- diabolic

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