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4th25
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Reality Check
Lyricist:John Blackburn, Karl Suessdorf
92 to 94 percent of you fuckers Fall short 'Cause only 6 to 8 is or has ever been A soldier before
Sure it's cute to imitate our likeness And never go to war But the closest you've been to in theaters With your bitch and some popcorn pussy
I'm tryin' to believe you And everythin' y'all tellin' me But I have seen soldiers, first hand And it's not what y'all sellin' me
So could you please Pull your brand from the shelf And anymore songs identifyin' you with me Keep 'em to yourself
'Cause though you may have stood behind us You ain't never stood wit us 'Cause I ain't never seen you on the blocks here When them ambushes hit us
And please don't think Just 'cause you bought some fatigues And run around with your little guns Playin' war back home in the streets
That you could ever in any lifetime Be a reflection of me 'Cause I have deployed to go war And you aint got the balls to leave
So for me could you please Shut the fuck up And let me know when your done on my dick So I can zip my pants back up
Walk a mile in my boots You couldn't make it Sure you all soldiers at home But out here you can't fake it
That's why y'all ain't here Ain't it? It's just easier to act hard on credit Than it is to make a payment
But I got my receipts No balance due on my statement And y'all got to love me Hear the music and I face it
It's too easy to bluff a hand And never have to play it So no y'all are not soldiers Just 'cause y'all say it
Look, I'm hearin' some things Right now that I don't like at all 'Cause accordin' to Destiny's Child Ain't none of us here soldiers at all
And the whole country right now They just in love with that song But I ain't hear 'em say nothin' But keep usin' the word soldier wrong
And I've been through too much here For y;all to use the term so lightly And these mo'fuckers they are describin' They are nothin' like me
But I'm glad they marketin' strategy Worked while we here, dyin' Had to now that song they'd sell Shit, why the fuck else would they write it?
Or was it written before we deployed And they just retitled it Turnin' a garbage song to a hit Increasin' their entitlement
Or maybe I ain't got no taste Or idea what a soldier is And maybe their description is dead on And I ain't here goin' through shit
Maybe these mo'fuckers at home Bein' soldiers is real shit And maybe I'm wrong and to be a soldier You ain't gotta do shit
But sit on your ass And let somebody else pray those RPG's miss Or when your country goes to war Just lay down like a bitch
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Walk a mile in my boots You couldn't make it Sure you all soldiers at home But out here you can't fake it
That's why y'all ain't here Ain't it? It's just easier to act hard on credit Than it is to make a payment
But I got my receipts No balance due on my statement And y'all got to love me Hear the music and I face it
It's too easy to bluff a hand And never have to play it So no y'all are not soldiers Just 'cause y'all say it
It's a lot a talk about where y'all from And who that makes you Sellin' yourself as the hardest fucker In the world, no thank you
Sure you hard on your block But these streets they'd break you Here it's brand name thugs And y'all some off brand gangstas
Wanna be soldiers Follow me, I'll take you To see some marines in Fallujah And I hope you make it
Or come visit my theatre Shit I'll show you some places But I really don't think That y'all wanna go where I'll take you
Straight to the shittiest City on a map Where you was probably better off Shootin' yourself for we left
But y'all mo'fuckers so hard You can't be worried 'bout that Shit y'all they'd probably hold down Sadr city all by yourselves
The truth is I don't hink it's enough towels 'Cause y'all, they'd throw 'em all in For I could show y'all around pussy
And I'm wonderin' Who y'all gone, let fuck y'all now Hardest soldiers in America And y'all all layin' down
The fuck happened Thought y'all was ready for war At least that's what every word Outta your mouth said you was but
Let y'all tell it And anythin's possible When the closest y'all been to war Is only 6,000 miles
Come on now Y'all can't be serious And please tell me it's more to y'all Than just smoke and mirrors
I wanna believe you And everythin' y'all tellin' me But again, I've seen soldiers first hand And it's not what y'all sellin' me
Walk a mile in my boots You couldn't make it Sure you all soldiers at home But out here you can't fake it
That's why y'all ain't here Ain't it? It's just easier to act hard on credit Than it is to make a payment
But I got my receipts No balance due on my statement And y'all got to love me Hear the music and I face it
It's too easy to bluff a hand And never have to play it So no y'all are not soldiers Just 'cause y'all say it
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