Real Soldier

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Big Mike] Yeah, this the takeover right here, niggas Aasim is back This shit right here is called "Real Soldier" It's Aasim for president for 2004 and 2005 and beyond and all that shit (Sean C on the beat) It's Bad Boy and all that shit, Grind Music and all that shit Shout out to Fatman Scoop, entire Hot 97 South Jamaica, Queens and all that shit, listen, uh [Verse: Aasim] My type of wrath is like a flight that crash Nothin' but lost lives and smoke, fire burnin' leavin' pounds of ash And I'm a outlaw like Johnny Cash If anybody ask, my name is Aasim, I walk a different path My lyrics smash like a horrific crash Words prolific as the voice of God, my spirit holds a sense of man All of this soldier's glory's written in a testament of Murder, drugs, pimpin', rap music, ball, and boxin' gloves The hottest love from any non or snub I write in blood, a lion tough in defiance stone denyin' a hug High in my mug'll get you shoulder shrugs, 'cause a Coward's actions signifi'ly different from what a soldier does Your whole folder's trash, time to change your résumé I save the people from the way that they been let astray I feed the people food for thought but on some gutter shit So go against Aas', you need to realize who you fuckin' with Aas' for president, for self control of government I save the game givin' rappers back they publishin' So give me Def Jam and I'm runnin' shit I'm liftin' labels like the cross on my back, some second comin' shit The Bad Boy of this rap shit, I'm comin' with a Followin' of niggas who grind and take action So as it is in heaven, my power's similar to God, lightnin' rods, and loud trumpets thunder clappin' presence [Chorus: Aasim] A real soldier leaves and a fake soldier follows Real soldiers grind and the fake soldiers borrows Aasim for president, we ain't promised tomorrow So let's do this rap shit like it's supposed to be done A real soldier leaves and a fake soldier follows Real soldiers grind and the fake soldiers borrows Aasim for president, we ain't promised tomorrow So let's do this rap shit like it's supposed to be done [Outro: Big Mike] Shout to Big D, C France Keon, Keith, Speed, what up? 2005 shit, it's real serious