Vinnie Paz)

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil/
They send there to Vietnam to kill innocent people/
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care/
We trying to leave the footprints of America here/
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion/
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed/
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win/
Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh/
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children/
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians/
Yeah, and that ain't right to me/
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me/
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms/
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs/
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines/
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive/
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder/
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'/
In a fox hole with nine months left here/
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here/

(solider speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(solider speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

(R.A. The Rugged Man)

True story...

Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman/
Skilling, killing, illing/
I'm able and willing/
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village/
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas/
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit/
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict/
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing/
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing/
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream/
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being/
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit/
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit/
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute/
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it/
I'm in it to win it, get it/
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing/
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it/
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it/
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying/
It's heating up, a hundred degrees/
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please/
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"/
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees/
(???), crash land, American man/
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand/
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us/
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas/
They want to harm us/
They all up on us/
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain/
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain/
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions/
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines/
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud/
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood/
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother/
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights/
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights/
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types/
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive/
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived/
I escaped the war, came back/
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped/
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic/
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it/
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive/
Cause in life, God take, God give/



Tried to decipher what I could. It's hard to understand some of R.A.'s bars, especially when he starts rapping faster. His verse is about his dad and family though, In case some of you didn't know.