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sam hyde - sgt. stoven's rap lyrics

[intro, spoken (sam hyde, jet neptune)]
alright, let’s head back to hq for some well+earned r&r appreciation. (yeah.)
grr! (ha ha!)

[verse 1]
listen up troops (unh)
it’s me sergeant stoven (listen!)
i got a lesson for you and i think it’s important (take notes) (listen!)
d+mn lazer war+ you know it’s got me stressin (agh!)
every day alive should feel like a blessing
+but it’s not. (huh?) (nuh uh)
it feels like we’re prisoners
caught by opponents (ah, ah, ah)
can’t shake this fear, man
every waking moment (mm+mm)

[verse 2]
opponents are obsessed with me. (obsessed with me) (huh?)
always trying to undrеss with me
aggressively thеy testin me (testin me)
they wanna give me g+y stds (aaahh!)
i resist (no way)
don’t want no booty cooties+
stressing and congesting me (mm+mm)

[verse 3]
i move to the left
i flank to the right
i plan in the day
and i lead my squad at night (that’s right) (boom!)
every little movement, the stranglehold tightens
riding on the edge (unh)
anxiety is heightened (go!)
i wanna go home
back to home base
but cypher ate the map
and we can’t find the place (hungry)
[verse 4]
check with hq, they’ll tell you what i do (what i do)
k!lling opponents, yeah+
maybe one or two (or three) (boom!)
radio command
they’ll tell you the plan (the plan)
they’ll tell you i’m the man
then they’ll tell you to scram (that’s right) (k!ll ’em!)
when bombs are goin off, it’s a massacre (move it!)
guaranteed. (aaahhh…)
so ride with me in a all black apc
i put opponents on they knees… (shoot that b+tch!) (k!ll ’em)
aim at the back of the head and squeeze (wow, buckshot!) (pew)

[verse 5]
when you see a pile of opponent corpses (k!ll that man!)
you know it was my guys (yeah)
wise opponents run for cover
smells like burning tires
cause my grip is rubber (run, b+tch!)
i love it. (k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all)
these opponents can’t look me in my face (shut the f+ck up!)
they feel the fear
and they know it ain’t safe any place (shut the f+ck up!) (darn right, b+tch)
land, air, sea
there’s nowhere you could be
and not get touched by
my special issue xp7+c (woo!) (crush!)
[outro]
land, air, sea (boom, boom, boom!)
there’s nowhere you could be
and not get touched by
my special issue xp7+c (pow!) (boom, boom, boom!)
(pow, pow, pow!)

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