Make It Hardcore

Ain't that a b**ch i heard somebody think

Rap is dead cause people runnin out of sh*t to say

So ridiculous and so absurd

I was almost at a loss for words

Then i started to serve

Off the line of the enemy's mind

Back in 2005 droppin hammers without the time

Bring the ruckus from the booth to the hood

Motherf**ker cause it ain't all good

Now i wish they would

Get yo vest on we rain on babylon

The anti fox news anti pop original group

P and the enemy policin the beast

Until we rise it'll never be peace

I put that on jesus

Back with vocals no whack sh*t no glory focus

No gimmick tracks just hard truth and rough raps

Plus that gear that keep em fearin the crime

Makin sure brothers knowin the time

That's why it ain't no smiling

See the army as they're snatchin us up yeah

At yo high school promising what

Better recognize the bling of the murder machine

That's why it's meaning in the words

When we serve and ask you to think

Who the whores that embed with the swords

Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for murder dog

The imagery is dead ly so what the f**k

Interscope ah better hope

We never knowin and bringin the ruckus

Like nas said it's a coon parade yeah

B**ch niggaz goin out all day

We pullin guns on uncle tom to bomb on viacom

It's on long as needed we

Competin keep keepin it strong

Ain't no comic in my view

As long as they sell the black out

I grip my sh*t and blow your back out

We act out cause you know we reppin the cause

Still a rebel never needin a pause

I check drawers for balls

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Ridin with a soldier

Hard truth soldiers in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Ain't nobody colder when we play

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Hard truth soldier

Ridin with a soldier in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Can't nobody hold the spot we claim

Soul survivors now tell me who can bring it liver

It's p e still beatin the beast

In this game of latecomers

Fake friends and flakes

And grown men actin like teenagers

We raisin the stakes

What'cha know about words i throw around

When i say it loud better

Know that i'm black and i'm proud

This is what i mean an anti n****r machine

Take a look around and see

The way they keepin the realest from reachin

But i bet you never hear it again naw

Clear channel never heat it again

It never fit into the corporate plan of attack

They genocidal practices only giving us murder on wax

Keep us terrified music sterilized

Back the lies of the homicide and smile while

Life imitates what we make they all

Makin money off the african's fall

That's why i'm calling out

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Ridin with a soldier

Hard truth soldiers in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Ain't nobody colder when we play

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Hard truth soldier

Ridin with a soldier in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Can't nobody hold the spot we claim

Because a nation of millions is fearin the black

When we bumrush the show the enemy strike back

With mo game than the music and our message attract

Revolverlution and rebirth ll keep the music in tact

F**k that bust back on they criminal ways

No compassion in they action for the son of a slave

Now the church used to hurt us make somebody behave

Like this devil up in office really w*****p and pray

Like god speak to him and he does what he wants

But you know they steal the vote if anybody gets smart

The real sin is the dilemma when the people support

The death penalty but call abortion murder for sport

For the fake patri ot ain't no questions asked

Specially when the babies k**l each other for gas

Known to blast on a menace that don't even exist

Set up puppet governments for the rich to get richer

More money for them hoods but the hood's in pain

When the schools close cause they say no money remain

Still undereducated makin minimum wage

Got your wal mart makin new century slaves

Who's crazy i can see through the disguise

See through the media's propaganda and lies

See a nation full of sheep still simple and blind

So we burn em with the sermon

That's designed with a rhyme we do it

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Ridin with a soldier

Hard truth soldiers in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Ain't nobody colder when we play

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Hard truth soldier

Ridin with a soldier in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Can't nobody hold the spot we claim

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Ridin with a soldier

Hard truth soldiers in the game

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

Keep the record rollin

Ain't nobody colder when we play

Make It Hardcore - Public Enemy