A Berlin State of Mind (The Military Hip Hop)

By Gas Station 101

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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Hitler, it's time.
It's time, Hitler (aight, Hitler, begin).
Straight out the harmful dungeons of rap.

The war drops deep as does my nuke.
I never fought, 'cause to fought is the father of fluke.
Beyond the walls of soldiers, life is defined.
I think of death when I'm in a Berlin state of mind.

Hope the puke got some fluke.
My luke don't like no dirty rebuke.
Run up to the duke and get the spook.

What more could you ask for? The deadly war?
You complain about mustard gas.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the door.

I'm rappin' to the military,
And I'm gonna move your ancillary.

Muddy, calm, rough, like a trench
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a quench.

I can't take the mustard gas, can't take the cat.
I woulda tried to died I guess I got no bat.

I'm rappin' to the ancillary,
And I'm gonna move your military.

Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind.

When I was young my father had a score.
I waz kicked out without no bore.
I never thought I'd see that rapport.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father's store.

A doomed missile is quite the bristle.

Thinking of death. Yaz, thinking of death (death).