Canibus - Patriots 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] Espionage light fog with night goggs on an Oil Rig Barge With 10 frogs and the Sarge playing cards Just another day on the job, we draw straws To determine point guard, they got stripes, we got stars Legendary spit 1776 It's no option for the enemy to quit Every hit is uplinked to a memory chip Every 1 minute, 10 seconds, 70 ticks Welcome to the top of the Earth, your compa** don't work I'm tellin' you where we are but you're still not certain A verse Colder than k**er cobras over Jehova Delta soldiers in camouflage colored Kubotas Free-fall off the snow cliff before the pole shift Delay pulling your rip cord long to get the closest Master of the azimuth, codename: Captain Cla**ic Transmit back to Sergeant Radcliffe Soldier Stone came up with an excellent tactic Here's a FCBC2, now you practice Astro-like plastic, blast squad automatics Nobody can match it, I demolition rappers I know you elite, I know what you doing I know who you are, you know where I'm going The ripper paints the picture Lyrically drawn it in Cartesian coordinates, I'm already bored of it Give me a sec, pause the sh** Take a breath from your waterboard torture on the top of the monolith Divine lineage lines, split from divine Neuropeptides get high off millennium wine Female gender search, predator lurks in a black hearse Through the desert dirt to the end of the Earth Climb aboard the vessel of an unknown metal Controlled by offroad rebels working for the Devil I'm a patriot, I say it like I mean it Said the whole rhyme using circular breathing Are you a patriot? Say it like you mean Tell them how you train even when you on leave, D [Interlude: Canibus] I'm a patriot, I'm a I'm a patriot [Verse 2: D One] Yo Bis I train between spotlights and where the toes tip Through the pain, see my one and only blow me a kiss I'm the young vet hungry for next, peep the pressure build In memory of old burial hill Flyness dressed to k**, b**h never misjudge What the kid got under his belt City slicker, Rip the Jackers, allegiance is born The more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in war Upper body cut, always on the run feet are sore Read more, better myself, teach em' all Freedom fighter, paranoid of tabloids, Midnight Rider With the five o'clock shadow, bad boy Clothes black, avoid close ties, stay on the move Legendary the name, the face like Deja Vu Modern Benjamin Martin, marksmen, we elite You a weed in a gentleman's garden Luck of the Irish is mixin' with Mexican boxin' Hate on a patriot, we get offended in Boston Renegade I been in trainin' since '98 And I'm ready waitin', got 'em behind the eight ball, it's over That's all soldier, said it like I meant it The heart of history, give me liberty or a d**h wish