Drill Sergeant Tech N9ne
"Drill Sergeant" by Tech N9ne, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that features intense lyrics about discipline, motivation, and resilience. The song employs rapid-fire delivery and aggressive beats, embodying a military-inspired theme. Its unique sound and powerful message resonate with fans, emphasizing determination in overcoming challenges.
[Chorus]
Death
Yo' death nigh set
Yo' death nigh
Death
Yo' death nigh set
Yo' death nigh
[Verse 1]
O.G
Nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure
I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees
Makin' mo' cheese, pushin' rocks and regrow weak
Never no permittin' "fuck the police"
I'm a cold piece
I get at 'em at a young age
So I can have 'em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way
Static with my tongue say
Have a littlе fun with the gun spray
But never lеt the hood snipe you
And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue
So let the good white through
The enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like...
You
(Killin 'em up)
Dreads wit' the gold teeth
Yeah, a fa sho' thief
Fed with the lead is the motif
(Killin 'em up)
Said you can sho be
Head of the whole street
Cred put a dead nigga so deep
(Killin 'em up)
Bread be the trophy
Betta get yo brie
Bled hella red for the groceries
(Killin 'em up)
Never ta show grief
Cheddar, get obese
Beggin' he plead, give 'em no peace
Now flip this to music
See, got a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it
And people for the wicked will lose it
I take you real far and raise ya
Put out the ill tar and saved ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya
I am the Drill Sergeant Major
Death
Yo' death nigh set
Yo' death nigh
Death
Yo' death nigh set
Yo' death nigh
[Verse 1]
O.G
Nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure
I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees
Makin' mo' cheese, pushin' rocks and regrow weak
Never no permittin' "fuck the police"
I'm a cold piece
I get at 'em at a young age
So I can have 'em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way
Static with my tongue say
Have a littlе fun with the gun spray
But never lеt the hood snipe you
And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue
So let the good white through
The enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like...
You
(Killin 'em up)
Dreads wit' the gold teeth
Yeah, a fa sho' thief
Fed with the lead is the motif
(Killin 'em up)
Said you can sho be
Head of the whole street
Cred put a dead nigga so deep
(Killin 'em up)
Bread be the trophy
Betta get yo brie
Bled hella red for the groceries
(Killin 'em up)
Never ta show grief
Cheddar, get obese
Beggin' he plead, give 'em no peace
Now flip this to music
See, got a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it
And people for the wicked will lose it
I take you real far and raise ya
Put out the ill tar and saved ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya
I am the Drill Sergeant Major
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