TROOPS Reuben Vincent

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, our boy is back
And the block is boilin'
Not the pot but the block
Commando, commando
The general, I trust you, my dahtor
It's time I show 'em the archive
Uh, time I show 'em the archive
My hard times come from thoughts on apartheid
DNA mix, okay, huh, okay

[Chorus]
I'ma rally the— (Woo)
I'ma rally the troops, yeah
I'ma rally the— (Woo)
I'ma rally the troops, yeah
(Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin')
I'ma rally the—
I'ma rally the— (Uh, uh)
(Rollin', rollin', rollin')
(Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely)

[Verse]
Time I show 'em the archive
My hard times come from thoughts on apartheid
DNA mixed heartbreak and war cries
PSA this the year they all die
These rappers falsified
I grab my 4-5 no time for niggas like Diddy told 'em, no Kim, I'm hardcore
Yeah, my heart cold
And yeah, bitch heart broke but it's no biggie
I let her get on the dick and she ride that shit then I'm on road
This life of the rap star dangerous, but everybody wanna be nigga rich
And everybody wanna take a nigga head
And feed it to his people in his village shit
'Fore I was ridin', see my drive always had no ceilin'
And still have yet to hit the Benz dealership
Keep it a hundred, gotta own it, never rent the shit
Countin' arithmetic, from this rhythmic shit
I told my cousin that the drum will outlast the gun
He copped one and he put it on the end of it
That parul-pum-pum-pum, the newborn king
At your door like Jehovah witnesses, look
I came from no Christmas'
One burger, me and brother gotta split the shit
Hustlin' for a crucifix
Chain gang, Usain, gotta move it quick
New day, new game, but the rules don't switch
If I do assist, you better shoot that shit
Gotta open your mind, just don't lose that shit
Got a scope on my eye, so I can view that shit
I'm immune to the fumes of the fraudulent
These niggas talk, we come 'round hear an audible
I'm in that Audi with mags like a article
One Two, Squn Tzu, bitch, this The Art of War
We on guard, on God like