[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
They like you mad, well yeah, I'm on a mission in fact
If I wasn't black, I prolly wouldn't even listen to rap

^!$$%s lost, no direction, they missing the map
I hear they tracks, I get more excited when I'm fixing the flat
The game $#&@ ^!$$%s, 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 %#@! I write, will slice rappers, will split them in half

Spit heat, melt ^!$$%s, only left is they bones
Body track, the %#@! is gonna be like the best of Stallone
I'm the wrong one to test, when I get in my zone

You do, you $#&@ing yourself like having sex with your clone
Ain't a question I'm nice, like I just couldn't be wrong
Y'all annoying that ex (*##$ that just couldn't move on

Ain't nobody out that can match what I do on a song
Fly city, spot us up next, who would have known, a $#&@ing soldier


[Hook]
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'mma loose
Then y'all don't know nothing bout me
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'mma loose
Then y'all don't know nothing bout me


[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Know I ain't tripping it ain't that just want keep with the face facts

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 mic and do this if you can't snap

They sell out the carper, might as well be painting they face black
What the $#&@ is you been talking bout?
^!$$%s making me hate rap

When I get on the track it feel like I'm making them take left
The last of the real ones, guess I'm here embrace that
I guess the bull%#@! needed for me to rebail

And be dope as spit, crack I could legally sell
Run %#@!, ^!$$%s moving at the speed of a snail
Lock %#@!, with these bars got the key to the cell

This is extra rare when they ringing the bell
Punch lines, every time they repeatedly swell
Big Red, dangle mother $#&@ers over the rail

My heart beats for this %#@!, y'all ^!$$%s need to be scared

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
I'm killing emcees, and beats, they ain't dying of old age

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 %#@! when I'm on stage

You lasted a race, 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 in snatching you bait and then they ask any ways

The other half of your face, on the other half of the state
Ain't no gas in your tank, ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@ers prolly hate what I'm on
Honestly, I don't give a %#@!, y'all can hate till I' gone


[Hook]