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[NEW JOINT] Bee Lee the M.C.- Army of 1ne

Fall 2015 single from mixtape, "Capitol Crime" by Washington D.C. hip hop artist, Brian Lee better known as Bee Lee the M.C.and also Mayor Brian Lee and Tha 1ne. This energetic song sees Lee employ a 1/16 triplet paced flow mixed with a faster 1/32 flow. While the lyrics are still very violent and aggressive in nature, the track serves as the beginning of Lee's departure from hardcore gangsta rap toward more socially conscious music. Mixtape drops October 20, 2015 on all major music sites.

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Army of 1ne (Lyrics)

(Intro)
There is no hunting, like the hunting of a man...
And those who have hunted armed men long enough-
And like it...
Never really care for anything else thereafter...

(Chorus)
President
General
Hood Resident
I'm all the above
I just got a new gun
I been had the discipline, been on some missions, and I got a pistol and I got some drugs
I'm an army one
Hey! And all of my niggas the same,
Thinking bigger than those just bang,
We build for the children stuck in project buildings,
and kill off bitch niggas that get in da way,
But even alone, I'm triller than fuck, I'm still in the slums
I just got a new gun
I'm an army of one,

(First verse)
Wooo!
I got the baby on me, just like a parent,
And if the weed loud, fly me in like a parrot,
Yeah I'm smoking on strong, out of a bong,
Yeah that shit loud, just like my songs,
On the block like I am alphanumeric,
Wit a little white girl on me like my name is Jared
Fogle, I'm loco, chase Hen wit Four Loko,
They hate me in PG, I'm wanted in Moco,
Im from DC, smelling like mambo sauce,
Fuck you gone do when I come and slump your boy?
Don't fuck with my money, or do dirt to my folk moe,
Might slash your neck, while you dropping your vocals,
Might cash a check and go shopping in soho
In the heart of Manhattan blasting my gogo
While you crack that glass ceiling with crack-cocaine dealing
I break through and move up wit cognac in my kidneys,
In front of the store wit a blunt and a sword,
Blow smoke toward the Lord, I might hack me a nigga
I demonstrate on a foe, let everyone know,
Fuck saber rattling, if it's beef Imma go
Even when I'm alone, I'm never alone,
Shout out to the chrome that I'm packing lil nigga,
Let's go

(Chorus)
President
General
Hood Resident
I'm all the above
I just got a new gun
I been had the discipline, been on some missions, and I got a pistol and I got some drugs
I'm an army one
Hey! And all of my niggas the same,
Thinking bigger than those just bang,
We build for the children stuck in project buildings
and kill off bitch niggas that get in da way,
But even alone, I'm triller than fuck, I'm still in the slums
I just got a new gun
I'm an army of one,

(Second Verse)
Im the chronic blazing type, amaze the hypes,
A brazen guy, that'll take ya life
Im a fly young nigga, while you trying to keep up,
I got you crashing like you're riding on an Asian flight,
It's not about the money young nigga, it's about the principle,
Graduated from the school of hard knocks, now I'm the muhfuckin principal,
Look! And you're hanging with them weak ass niggas that got you thinking you invincible,
Then you get hit with the uber, looked like accident but it was actually intentional,
I thought you knew I'm not conventional
I thought you knew I could see the bitch in you,
I thought you knew I kept them shootaz from killin you,
But that head could get still bust a for few bucks and 3 syllables
Be physical you're way too emotional with it,
One motion gets your shirt wet like the ocean just hit it,
I gotta lean on these niggas sometimes I fall in they bitches
Sometimes I fall on hard times but never depending on many,
I know how to get it, know when to did it,
Know when to end it and
I know when these pussy ass niggas ain't wit it,
I offer no specifics cause I'm not attuned to snitching but I'll tell you Some good shit if you listen,
Nigga open your ears, don't let hoe niggas near,
revoke all your fears, and smoke on this here,
Stay up on yo biz, the struggle it lives,
So many hate us- how much love can we give?
I thought you knew we was the butt of the joke,
Nigga fuck education cause we learned to sell dope,
Man, we broke chains just to rock rope chains,
Dope boys in a cold game, either you die or you live,
What would I do for a dollar?
Damn sure not beg with a pair of bent legs,
Or share information wit a fed over a plate of pancakes and eggs,
Nigga, I stepped on the block like I don't give a fuck if I get shot up
And if I get locked, that's nothing new,
I just hope they turn the murder to manslaughter, fool...

(Chorus)
President
General
Hood Resident
I'm all the above
I just got a new gun
I been had the discipline, been on some missions, and I got a pistol and I got some drugs
I'm an army one
Hey! And all of my niggas the same,
Thinking bigger than those just bang,
We build for the children stuck in project buildings
and kill off bitch niggas that get in da way,
But even alone, I'm triller than fuck, I'm still in the slums
I just got a new gun
I'm an army of one,

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