Civilian Affairs

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Armed to the tooth

Me and all my troops

No time for a truce

There's only time for truth

No room for fear, or regular cares

Steer clear of civilian affairs

Hold up, Soldier

Salute

If you're goin' up

Salute

Throw it up

Salute

Throw it up

Salute

Verse 1

I'm a soldier

Boy I told ya',I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder

Biblical clips, better load up

The snare in the drums goes snap

The lyrical tongue cocks back

The air in my lungs flows and that's

Enough to spark a revolution

Man listen my music is ammunition

I march to the tune of a man smitten

Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen

Just as it was written

My orders are to cross borders

Living Water's in my canteen, as my camp screams for the God we love even though we can't see Him

My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him

I only live off what my Captain rations

Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners

The chief warned us

The beef is tremendous when ya' lock teeth in the trenches

There's a war goin' on outside and it's real

Flesh versus spirit

I don't flex to appeal

Use the text to reveal what comes next

If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin' and step

'Cause what I feel is really not the deal

The issue is your soul

As a soldier I must remain sober and in control

I gotta stay focused like a scope does

And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up

Hey ya'll I'm never AWOL

I wouldn't dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs

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Verse 2

Ever since I been sworn in, born in

Put through boot camp

It's on

Ain't got no time for no new sins

It's three squares a day

Eat, teach, study pray, little play

'Cause what soldier got time for blase?

'Specially when Yahweh, is bringin' D-day

Without M-16, rocket launcher or AK/

'Cause this ain't Vietnam

The enemy's more vicious than the Viet Cong

Who think "delicious"of the embalmed

Who die outside of service

Deserters

Conscientious perverters

We stand as alerters

Hopin' this is making you nervous

Well if you ain't a procrastinator fight Satan's invaders

Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence

Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I'm weak but I'm plantin' my feet

Plannin' to speak of our Commander and Chief

He's a lamb and a beast

King and God-man of the streets

Standard of peace but not a man that is weak

He's glorious

Infinity and 0

He's victorious

El Gabor is a warrior

And he orders us

Not to trust in swords and stuff

Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust

Don't get it twisted

He'll get a misfit when others wouldn't risk it

Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dip-set

Bury him in Christ 'til his everyday life is sifted

Mission-stick with the reason we got enlisted

To the Left.........

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