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I am the best in the world at what I do I am the best in the world at what I do! I am the best in the world at what I do I am the best in the world at what I do I am the best in the world at what I do I am the best in the world at what I do We are the best in the world at what we do They like you mad with [?] I'm on a mission in fact If I wasn't black, I prolly wouldn't be listening to rap Niggas lost, no direction, they missing the map I hear they tracks I get more excited when I'm fixing the flat The game fuck niggas, artist got a dick in they crack See I'm the realest and I'll be damned if I sit in they lap I make them disappear, but I got another trick in my hat This shit I write, will slice rappers, will split them in half Spit hit, melt niggas, only left is they bones Body track, the shit is gonna be like the best [?] alone I'm the wrong one to tack, when I get in my zone You do, you fucking yourself like having sex with your clone Ain't a question I'm right, like I just couldn't be wrong Y'all annoying that ex bitch that just couldn't move on Ain't nobody out that can mess what I do on a song Fly city [?] next, who would have known, a fucking soldier I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me SongtexteLet's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier Know I ain't tripping it ain't that just gonna keep with the face [?] That we live in an era where we got rappers that can't rap And why would you get a ring and a box if you can't scratch? So why would grab a mike and do this if you can't snap They sell out the [?] we'll be painting they face black What the fuck you been talking bout? Niggas making me hate rap When I get on the track it feel like I'm making them take left The last of the real [?] guess I'm here embrace that I guess the bullshit needed for me to rebail And be dope as spit, crack I could legally sell Run shit, niggas moving at the speed of a snail Lock shit, with these bars got the key to the cell This is, [?] when they ringing the bell Punch lines, every time they repedeatly [?] My heart beats for this shit, y'all niggas need to be scared I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier I'm killing emcees, and beats, they ain't dying of old rage I'm running them over, it's the result of my road rage So many bars it's like I'm trapped in my own cage One hundred percent, real shit when I'm on stage You [?] well I'm just too fast for your pace You gonna get passed, and it's too bad, I just laugh in your face Not [?] and then they asking [?] ways The other half of your face, on the other half of the state Ain't no gas in your tank, nigga you blastin with blanks So imagine your faith when you're fin to clash with a tank Gorilla grind, a squad, we the planet of apes Take a stab at my spot like taking a stab to the face Studio, no sleep, no other way I could put it Eyes red, blood shot looking like crims and bullets I know all these motherfuckers prolly hate what I'm on Honestly, I don't give a shit, y'all can hate till I' gone I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier I'm a soldier, I never been to break, go ahead and test me Let's see how much I can take, I'm a soldier Go ahead and try to doubt me, think I'm a loose Then y'all don't know nothing bout me, I'm a soldier. Aus Songtexte Mania