Universal Soldier Ringtones

He's five foot-two and he's six feet-four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of 31 and he's only 17 Been a soldier for a thousand year He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain A Buddhist, and a Baptist, and a Jew And he knows he shouldn't kill And he knows he always will Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you And he's fighting for Canada He's fighting for France He's fighting for the U.S.A And he's fighting for the Russians And he's fighting for Japan And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way And he's fighting for Democracy He's fighting for the Reds He says it's for the peace of all He's the one who must decide Who's to live and who's to die And he never sees the writing on the wall But without him How would Hitler have condemned them at Labau? Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war And without him all this killing can't go on He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame His orders come from far away no more They come from here and there and you and me And brothers, can't you see? This is not the way we put the end to war

This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami Carrying Navy Captain William Parsons of Chicago Who helped design the bomb, as observer And Major Thomas Ferebee of Mocksville, North Carolina Who pulled the plug on Hiroshima The B-29 dropped its load of atomic death Which exploded with a force equal to 20,000 tons of TNT بِسمِلَّه بِسمِلَّه اءذُ بِلَّّهِ مِن الشَيتَاً ِالرَّجم بِسمِلَّه اشَدُ اً لا ِلاهَ ِلّّ;للاهوَ اشَدُ انَ مُهَمَّد رَسُول اللِّه The son of slaves, true, I started out as peasant (Uh-uh) That's why I build my temple like Solomon in the desert (Uh-uh) The Lord is my rock, I speed dial through salah My trials in the fire, The Crucible made me hot I glow like embers of cold born with a touch of gold My mathematical theology of rhymin'll touch the soul I spent many nights bent off woods Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose Some of the cons, I suffer from prose My poetry's livin' like the God that I fall back on And all praises due to Allah for such a lustrious platform The teachers of the Abu, Elijah, Muhammad's my backbone When I spit the children on the mothership, bow on a platform The true history of Jesus comin' to age I wore a ski mask and glove to the masquerade Uh, I got the Roc on my shoulder (It's the Roc) Somebody should've told ya, I'm a motherfuckin' universal soldier Back when Emory Jones was catchin' the fed' charge I knew less about Chesimard All about Pablo Escobar Thinkin' I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on I was trying not to end up like Tony in the restaurant Now I'm the General of the geechie army What don't kill us make us stronger, that's Nietzsche on me Hot boy like I'm B.G., that Fiji on me We done ducked them fed' charges, now we eatin' comfy Le fric, c'est chic That guilt trip ain't gon' work, don't put your luggage on we You ain't keep the same energy for the du Pont's and Carnegie's We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin' on these, only Save my soul Save me from myself Save my soul