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Artista: Eminem
Álbum: The Eminem Show
Música: Soldier
www.eminem.com.br

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Da da da da da da
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
Yo

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta, until I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death
Never live to regret what I said, when you're me
People just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you
what you say in your rap's, what you do, so they feel
as part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real?
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation
Any hesitation to get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it till it's empty
tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

CHORUS
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier
These shoulders hold up so much
They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier
Even if my collar bones crush or crumble
I will never stumble

I love pissin' you off, it gets me off
like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge let's me off
All you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off
I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do it gets news
Pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better 'cause instead you murderin' you can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt on 'em
Mr. pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued
You could smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, and calls the cops
all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot
You'll all get shot whether it's your fault or not, 'cause...

Chorus

I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
You motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it
don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest
I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch
So ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen
motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey
Till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
And Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me
and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity

Chorus

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