Featuring takktics
[intro: takktic]
Yo yo. whatand's up this is takktics universal soldier
Keeping it jiggy for the s o cs
Year two g bioknights regin supreme
Whatand's up yand'all weand's about to get hardcore
Re re re reactive armor you know what iand'm saying
[takktics]
Itand's like a m 1 tank
I rip through your sound banks
I to pranks get ruthless like a long shank
Punks want coins it they donand't give thanks to
Dragon dog, with high ranks
I am a pirate, no a pilot, the battleship
With ill cybernetics shit, on a sci-fi tip
Strictly hype when i bite a mic
I bring the sixs, the oh, the eight to the battle hype
Itand's takktics, tactical, ill-dramitical, radical
Coming with a fist full of spittinand' bull
Itand's ill flow for the elements
608 soldiers bring it on, report to the redgiment
Da shit is evident, we never hesitant
We drill you like a surgen
Take you for your garments and your gumption
What the fucks your function?
(we got no flows, no hip hop style, no conjunction)
[chorus: dark shade]
First things first yand'all, bring it over here (over here)
When we appear, we putting rhymes in your ear
What if we put on top of bass and a snare
This years its got to be loud and clear
[dark shade]
Prepare for combat like the f-14 tomcat
Put the bombs in the tracks when i react and thats that
Peep the stats, iand'm runninand' through your system like a fax
The toungue is the axe so sharpen up all of them weak raps
Iand'm storming buildings like purvian commandos
Mad flows permit me to hit targets quicker than arrows
The specialist in these rhyme sciences aka the iron fist that strikes
Swift
I execute the task of rhyme designing with perfect timing
Electrifying like bolts of lightning when iand'm rhyming
See, weak delivieries need to be put on freeze like salaries or athletes
With injuries
I maintain my, position in the game (game)
Iand'm leaving stains on peopleand's brains, so they remember the name (name)
The dark shade is running with the shades of culture unit
(and ayo, we constant with the movements like fluid)
[chorus]
[revolution]
Liek tactics in desert storm
I be the undead soldier
I thought i fucking told ya got a space between your shoulder
Get crushed by rolling boulders
On the mics, and the beats, and the streets set the scene for me to cut
Out you spleen
This rap court is hardcore, twisting backs
An ex-con of poultry(?), eating those chickenheads like snacks
Spit out the bones and begin to twist cones
To relax with the dread in the 608 zone
Youand're getting kicked in the balls like peleand's crew
Itand's time to get rude, iand'm leaving all of them unglued
Falling apart at the seams, and it seems you got pipedreams
Put down the mic and start turning cream
Into butter, donand't stutter or end in the rap gutter
Or go find yourself another managerial staff
Donand't laugh, find a new crew
Write some fresh lyrics or youand're through
[chorus x3 with background scratching]
[andquot;first serve basisandquot; scracthed to fad]
