Текст песни Brand Nubian - Soldier`s Story
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Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar EversChe Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther KingBig L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike PTupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13XEmmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky TahWise from L.G., Malcolm X{*rocket soars overhead*}"Fire in the hole!"{*war sounds*}[repeat 2X]Hut one, hut two, hutHut three, hut four, hut[Chorus: Lord Jamar]Soldiers don`t die they just fade awayHave you ever tried to spray the AKWe camoflauged down with the analog soundLeavin enemies in the groundA thin red line, between war and peaceSometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy linesWe look death in the face, on a daily basisWe do it cause we have to, a soldier`s story[Lord Jamar]Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your faceAnd walk through the mud, shit up to your waistFeel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hitSmell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of deathMy man Jim just lost a limbHis right arm was the price, freedom cost to himSo much, loss of life, we lost so many menSo many horrors, I wouldn`t know, where to beginIn a foxhole, lock and load let`s rock`n`rollGuerilla warfare, all`s fair that ends fairWe gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kidsFor the way, that they make us liveWe can do it with the gat or hand to hand combatMake plans to bomb thatYou see, war is hell so much more to tellAnd this is for alla y`all soldiers that fell[Chorus][repeat 2X]Yo left, yo leftYo left, right, left[Sadat X]I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floorIn the drawer, by the closet, in the doorAnd Ben, fixed my firing pen, that`s 14Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narcSpark came with this gun, makin it 15Oh yeah that ol` 22`ll make it 16Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hipThat`s 18, shiny and cleanJean the dopefiend been holdin somethin meanMy son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel2 more flips, guns with grips, I`m into whipsI`m 60/40 and the Bronx is no shortsWe build forts from {?} and tenementsShoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?}My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my streetOh we gon` eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat[Chorus][Grand Puba]Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garageLivin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yardTraitors, infiltrators of that top secret dataExterminators of creators who invented haterscause there`s a civil war, poor killin poorUsin that psychological warfare to kill us allToo severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the doorRighteous teacher for the poorDedicated soldiers, freedom fightersRhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin warNubian, follow me, hup two threeFrom the year 2000 to the E-N-DCause 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][repeat 2X]Yo left, yo leftYo left, right, left[repeat 4X]Hut one, hut two, hutHut three, hut four, hut