The Bell AH-1 Cobra (company designation: Model 209) is a two-blade, single engine attack helicopter manufactured by Bell Helicopter. It was developed using the engine, transmission and rotor system of the Bell's UH-1 Iroquois. The AH-1 is also referred to as the HueyCobra or Snake.
The AH-1 was the backbone of the United States Army's attack helicopter fleet, but has been replaced by the AH-64 Apache in Army service. Upgraded versions continue to fly with the militaries of several other nations. The AH-1 twin engine versions remain in service with United States Marine Corps (USMC) as the service's primary attack helicopter. Surplus AH-1 helicopters have been converted for fighting forest fires. The United States Forest Service refers to their program as the Firewatch Cobra. Garlick Helicopters also converts surplus AH-1s for forest firefighting under the name FireSnake.
Closely related with the development of the Bell AH-1 is the story of the Bell UH-1 Iroquois—predecessor of the modern helicopter, icon of the Vietnam War and one of the most numerous helicopter types built. The UH-1 made the theory of air cavalry practical, as the new tactics called for US forces to be highly mobile across a wide area. Unlike before, they would not stand and fight long battles, and they would not stay and hold positions. Instead, the plan was that the troops carried by fleets of UH-1 "Hueys" would range across the country, to fight the enemy at times and places of their own choice.
AH-1 or variant may refer to:
[ VERSE 1 ]
With this mic in my hand I command the grand order
A physical man, I stand on land and water
Fire and wind, I transcend physical borders
My father is the son and the moon is his daughter
My mother the Earth, she gave birth to the seed
From a lifeless ball of clay, empty as a hollow reed
Until Allah breathed life into my physical frame
From a state of nothingness instead of existing I became
By God, the true and living given insight
Certain colors manifesting physical light
But still earthbound, held down by the physical elements
Spiritual development gives me a higher intelligence
Beyond these concrete streets and the green pastures
I walk with the elders, 24 supreme masters
They taught me time travel and how to master sound
Through ancient scriptures lost but now found
I'm like the intergalactic Asiatic star fighter
Creative rhyme writer, I meditate like a spider
Call me an old soul, psychedelic mic relic
Trained on a spiritual plane by angelic
Michael taught me to rock the mic well
Gabriel showed me how to read, write and spell
Rafael gave the forewarning
He said, "When you hear the trumpets blow you'll know new day's dawning"
So I sat with the Gods and for years we did the science
And when I stood up I realized that we were giants
I sat with the Gods and for years we did the science
And when I stood up I realized that we were giants
[ CHORUS ]
I'm not a gangster, I'm somethin closer to a monster
A Chi-town underground Boogie Down Bronxster
Remember when I stomped ya like in concert?
With the rugged raw I came, I saw and I conquered
I'm not a rapper, rappers get thrown away
Hardrocks get knocked and locked and blown away
And rap stars fade away and those who say
Don't know and those who know won't say
Runnin game we don't play and those who say
Don't know and those who know won't say
[ VERSE 2 ]
I was a mild child until I got influenced by the _Wild Style_
Then I became the unclaimed son of Hussein
Society's blame, the whole world's afraid of me
Killin myself but I'm still in effect like slavery
When I was down I got stepped on, when I was up I got slept on
Like a sofa bed but still I kept on
Tryin to feed the masses like Jesus with a loaf of bread
Cut out the middle man and eliminate the overhead
Step off the jock and let my record rock
Like the shepherd who lead the flock, the one who kept it locked
The keeper of the style who kept the cheeba in the isle
I took a walk through thought and ran deeper than a mile
I get down, cover ground, make my mic sound nice
Take aim, hit the map and rap around the world twice
I'm so precise it's frightening, I'm like lightning
Strikin in the same place twice with the mic device
When I drop this hip-hop on your ear
Put the microphone in a shop for repair
It might require surgery, re-wire the circuitry
In the event of an actual emergency
We'll interrupt your program to keep you informed
The forecast calls for severe brainstorms
When I shoot the gift I let my mind drift like the contintents
After the show I'm unavailable for comments
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm a byproduct of the viaduct who struck out in response to
What you did was created a monster
I wasn't expected to survive but I did
You're feelin my vibe? Well I'm still alive cause I hid
Deep in the cut where we sleep in a hut
On the bare floor near the door we drank from the same cup
And all ate from the same plate, that's how I came up
I rode the train for fame and got my name up
Stayin I reign permanent when I shoot my sperm in it
From the barrel to the earth up to the firmanent
I'm shinin like a ( ? ) the lion of Juda
On the Mountain Zion meditatin with the buddha
I looked to the sky, saw the mothership overpassin me
I felt my heart start to race with great ferocity
To see the holy Crystal City in his chastity
Sat down at the throne of His Majesty
With 144'000 seat capacity
I heard the prophecy, Babylon ending tragically
I speak emphatically even when mics are staticky
Flowin radically till things change dramatically
[ CHORUS ]
Yeah
You know?
Those who say don't know
and those who know won't say
So when you get through talkin and walkin your lips