its real in the field, chillin on the battlefront
where its kill or be killed, surveyin as i drag a blunt
soldiers never backin up, when i tell em grab they gun
no hesitation, clappin young, its gon be a massacre
the general i go by, apprentice to the Great
Alexander, violent manners presented to the snakes
or opposition, shots are hittin when we attemptin
we droppin victims, a lot is missin but we are not magicians
in camouflage we get them, snipers watch in the distance
in tree-tops suspended, out of your vision
wisdom breeds precision, coupled with repetition
no fumbles, listenin for mumbles, steps in the distance and pants swishin
we got chopper gunners on stand by
leavin enemies in the ground like land mines ka-pow!
hand, eye, coordination amazing
puttin in work, not even our nation would sanction
shotguns, that separate their, waist from their bases
hole's gaping, leave all traces imagination
they tappin out like morse code
my unit movin foreward, ashin my jack, steppin over torso's
with backpacks still attached, we cold-hearted
its how i trained em, can't nothin you bring phase em
master all situations, we coverin all the bases
no expressions on faces, just death, and ak's blazin

(Samu-L verse)

and droppin bombs, they swearin i'm damien
not jr gong, but satan's kid, spawn is the alias
takin it to pakistani's, afghans, iranians
whoever raise against, the plan is leavin em 86'd
cause a bombs, grenade launchers and tanks don't miss
its all vapors in, a 100 mile radius
we play to win and the battlefields the gymnasium
trained to hit until that white flag they wavin it
victory i raise my fist, take in my surroundings
seeing the devastation in the name of war allowin
i exhale the haze and then i take a sip of brown liq
just to get by, blood on my hands is turnin brown slim
I been a General, uniform decorated
Like trees in Christmas' leavin villages desecrated
Nobody ever made it after tasks were delegated
Aftermath's a bloodbath, it's a wrap, we cellophane it