the concept of this collab is us as soldiers on the battlefield...all crit is much appreciated...
enjinn:
Yo they fighting for the Holy Qur’an, while holding a bomb
Their motive is wrong, but they’ve been brainwashed so their soldiers is strong
My focus is gone, soul has been torn, my foe is Allah
He’s the reason why my brother’s blood aint flowing no more
I’ve been chosen for war, but I aint ready to fight
I aint ready for the horror after ending a life, with this tension and fright
I cant rest in the night, paranoia get me wide awake
I try to pray, I’m thankful that I’m breathing and aint die today
I hide and wait, where his carcass is kept
Names of the fallen, carved in my flesh
I’m haunted by death, I listen to the captain as he faces us
“They attacked first cuz they hated us! So rape their sluts, invade and buck
Taste their blood, rip their bodies apart with grenades and slugs
You’re brave as fuck, so drop the gravity bombs…turn their base to dust”
I followed his game plan, I must be insane, damn
This is a strange land, the bodies of friends and foes covered by the same sand
I’m sent home to people cheering with raised hands
I’m psychotic and delusional
My reflection is familiar but I’m a changed man
IceKilla:
i was never prepared for trench warfare,
The battlefield's painted with blood and tears,
bullets flyin' everywhere, my body's tight with fear,
the world's hazy, and i can't see clear.
Soldiers scream at fallen friends, but only answered with blank stares.
I thank God I'm still standin, the enemy line's advancin,
I call for Seargant Jackson, but he's too busy coordinating actions,
The memories of my wife and kids, my whole life flashing behind my eyelids,
I just don't want to die like this, i never got a chance to say goodbye to my kids,
I keep tellin myself i can, that God's got a plan,
but my scars grow deeper every time i kill a man.
So many lives wasted, and u can't help but see their faces,
as u pull the trigger, and watch em stumble a few paces,
cry out in a foreign language, but u already know what they sayin,
cuz crying in pain is a universal basic.
they told us the battles would be quick, and that we would be able to take it,
but they aint tell us how many murders we were going to commit,
and of all these images we won't be able to forget.
how can u justify killing and make it legit?
fighting for one's country, sure i understand it.
but all this death just makes me sick.
Kaotic:
i'm a soldier at war who's been sorta there for oil
but something more was in store, and to the world i'm loyal
we had to resort to bring gore, we left em torn from turmoil
to settle the score, we kept our big storm larger than normal
weapons would roar when the targets unfoiled
yes sir, there hardly was boredom
cuz sharper than swords are shrapnel parts and then mortars
blasted amungst us while marchin, we're foreigners
like marshians with orders to blow apart their apartments and doors
on guard and explorin, my heart was in horror
feelin hollow and scarred, yet i followed on forward
my body stayed sore, felt like my muscles had boiled
sometimes i did starve, my motto: get warmer...
but the Army did carve me up passed a boy
i'm smarter and enjoyin the art it imported
cuz im farther, deployment embarked a new portrait
i think each mark was important
but my brothers don't join in
the scars cause annoyance
i'd rather star than be a Sergeant that's toyed with
i can't wait to flush it so far down the toilet...