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Lyrics
[Intro – war cry echo fx]
101st, Screamin’ Eagles fly,
Jumpin’ out the sky, where real ones die.
“Rendezvous with destiny” tatted in my chest,
Ain’t no Hollywood, this the real war test.
[Verse 1]
Yo, I was born for the dirt, trained for the grime,
Fort Campbell, boots laced, locked into time.
Eagle on my patch, I ain’t wear it for show,
That’s bloodline ink, let the whole world know.
Airborne soul, I done danced with death,
Screamin’ out rage with no fuckin’ breath.
Night jumps cold, in the blackest air,
Rifle on my chest, ain’t no time for prayer.
I seen boys cry, I seen men fall,
And I still got ghosts when I walk through halls.
But I never flinch, not once, not ever,
My heart beat harder than Kevlar leather.
[Hook]
I’m Screamin’ Eagle born — 101st flames,
We don’t flinch, we don’t fold, we don’t play games.
It’s a rendezvous with destiny, scars in my name,
If you ain’t airborne, you don’t know this pain.
I’m Screamin’ Eagle proud — forged in war heat,
Trained to move silent but bring the whole fleet.
My boots got stories, my hands still twitch,
I’m that 101 soldier, not your average bitch.
[Verse 2]
P.T. at dawn, like death in the mist,
Serge barkin’ orders, ain’t no room to resist.
Drills in my sleep, I still feel that weight,
Of a ruck on my spine and a soul full of hate.
They call it a unit, we called it a gang,
Brothers in arms, with the same damn pain.
Some made it back, some stuck in the frame,
Their face in my brain, I still whisper they name.
Jumpin’ out birds like we angels with rage,
M4 spittin’ prayers when we clear that stage.
From deserts to forests, from cold to heat,
I done marched through Hell just to claim these streets.
[Hook]
I’m Screamin’ Eagle born — 101st flames,
We don’t flinch, we don’t fold, we don’t play games.
It’s a rendezvous with destiny, scars in my name,
If you ain’t airborne, you don’t know this pain.
I’m Screamin’ Eagle proud — forged in war heat,
Trained to move silent but bring the whole fleet.
My boots got stories, my hands still twitch,
I’m that 101 soldier, not your average bitch.
[Bridge – gritty tone]
They see the badge, but they don’t see the nights,
I was sittin’ in the dark, tryna make that right.
Friends gone, peace gone, head on tilt,
But I built from that pain, made armor from guilt.
My stripes earned with sweat, my name with blood,
You talk “respect” — I done swam through mud.
Ain’t no medals gon’ heal what I’ve seen,
But I rep that eagle like a damn marine.
[Outro – solemn, fading beat]
So salute when you see it, don’t ask why,
That 101 patch make grown men cry.
We fly, we fight, we never forget,
Rendezvous with destiny — it’s inked in my set.
All my life always systematic
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2025
Duration4:00
Style
East Coast Boom Bap (Gritty & Real) strong male vocals, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Nikoudium
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