Paris ft Public enemy Make It Hardcore (with lyrics)

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Paris ft Public enemy Make It Hardcore lyrics Make It Hardcore Aint that a bitch, I heard somebody think Rap is dead cause people runnin outta shit to say so ridiculous it's so absurd I was almost at a loss for words, then I start 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, Motherfucka, cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would Get your vest on, we rain on Babylon, the anti-Fox news, anti-pop original crew It's Public Enemy policin' the beast Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus Back with vocals, no wack shit, no blurry focus No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and rough raps Plus that, gear to keep 'em fearin a crime Making sure brothers knowin the time, that's why ain't no smilin' See the Army as they snatchin us up Yeah - at your high school, promisin 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 in bed with the Source Who the ones pimp us all, sellin' death from Murderdog the imagery is deadly so what the fuck Interscope'll better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus Like Nas said, it's a coon parade Yeah, bitch niggas goin' out all day We pullin' guns on Uncles Toms and bomb on Viacom, it's on long as needed, we compete and keep keepin' it strong Ain't no Comic in my View As long as they sell the black out, I'll grip my shit and blow ya back out We act out, cause you know we reppin' the cause Still a rebel never needin' a pause, I check drawers, no balls Chorus: Whatever it takes to make it hardcore Ridin' with a soldier, Hard Truth Soldiers in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid Whatever it takes to make it harcore Hard Truth Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim Soul Survivors, now tell me who could bring it liver It's PE still beatin' the beast In this game of late-comers fake friends and flakes And grown men acting like teenagers, we raising the stakes What you 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-nigga machine Take a look around and see the way they keepin' the realest from reachin' But I bet you'll never here it again, naw Clearchannel never hear it again, it never Fit into the corporate plan of attack They genocidal practices only givin us murder on wax Keep us terrorfied, 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 callin on us Chorus: Whatever it takes to make it hardcore Ridin' with a soldier, Hard Truth Soldiers in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid Whatever it takes to make it harcore Hard Truth Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim It takes a nation of millions that's fearin the black when we bum rush the show the enemy strike back with more game than the music in our message attract Revolverlution and Rebirth'll keep the music intact Fuck 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 worship and pray Like God speaks to him and he does what he wants But you know they'll steal the vote if anybody gets smart The real sin is the dilemna when the people support, The death penalty but call abortion murder for sport For the fake patriot, ain't no questions asked Especially when the babies kill 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 Mo' money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain When the schools close, cause they say no money remains Still undereducated makin' minimum wage Got the Wal-Mart making 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 Chorus: Whatever it takes to make it hardcore Ridin' with a soldier, Hard Truth Soldiers in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid Whatever it takes to make it harcore Hard Truth Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game Whatever it takes to make it harcore Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim