Hard Truth Soldiers Lyrics - Dead Prez

[Verse 1: Chuck D] 

Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" 

Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" 

With a counterattack over tracks we build minds of the blind 

never calm when we bomb on neocons "let's go" 

Pump the level, the rebel to you 

Never lose or let a devil break up my crew 

Never nervous, serve 'em with the words with purpose it's the 

CoIntel killa black hard truth silverback "damn" 

Still checkin to see just who's set to come along 

when brothers revive that movement 

We bringing the balance back, never non-violent tact 

Guerrillla Funk and P.E. connect 

So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em 

combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins 

all in it's the master plan 

until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... 

[Verse 2: Professor Griff] 

They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know 

P.A., niggaz is opposite of the Po Po 

We say together the ants can conquer the elephants 

They say, fuck what they say 'cause shit is irrelevant 

Soldiers, where's your heart? Show me that love 

What you made of? This is the shit that could make thugs 

Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me 

Anything for you, give up my kidney... 

[Verse 3: Dead Prez] 

Up early in the morning, training with the machete 

Revolutionary, ready for war, never scary 

As an African, my daily regimen is development 

Malcolm X said self defense is intelligent 

So I train in the martial arts 

It's something for warriors, not those with partial hearts "partial hearts" 

We recognize that our people need a military 

So we could take care what's already necessary.... 

[Chorus x2: Paris] 

What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

[Verse 4: Paris] 

It's the killa Cal nigga now, showin' disgust 

One hitter, still bitter, clips ready to bust 

Gat Turner with the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz 

Red beam on a pig make 'em pause 

And y'all can't fuck with the style I bring 

Been wild as a child ever since I came 

To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain 

P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain... 

[Verse 5: Conscious Daughters] 

It's the squaw, quick on the draw and quite clean 

Verbal attack, I'm never seen, comin' 

Niggas take off runnin', they know in my tribe 

I'm pitchin' venomous arrows and shovin' bitches aside 

We ride, unified, playin' our part 

Bein' sure that a woman's voice'll never get lost 

Still a soldier in the struggle and aware of the cost 

Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war... 

So before I begin, let's commit to rhyme 

Keep the women in the mix and do it one more time 

And that when I get to hittin', know the powder is dry 

Spittin' 'power to the people', hoe, the real gon' shine 

Conscious Daughters in the front, soldier first brigade 

Special One, CMG, Guerrilla Funk, we raid 

Blaze through the competition and we all get paid 

But keep it revolutionary each and every day....... 

[Chorus x2: Paris] 

What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

[Verse 6: MC Ren] 

Who that nigga you can call to spit some shit 

And ain't scared of the government, you niggaz lovin' it 

We spread out in different positions 

Tryin' to break these motherfuckers outta prison, listen "yeah" 

Mayday on the front line 

Nigga we G's up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline "what" 

Then they want my black ass to Rock The Vote 

They want as many niggaz they can to fill the boat 

But these house niggaz go fight in Iraq 

Cryin' to they mamma now they wanna come back 

Should'nta took your black ass in the service 

And fuck if I make you nervous, I'ma speak it 

Black revolutionary, that's my title 

While these stupid niggaz wanna be American Idols 

Still ride for the streets, since day one 

We rough with ours homie, straight outta Compton... 

[Chorus x2: Paris] 

What they say, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah 

Straight Hard Truth Soldier 

[Outro: MC Ren Talking] 

yeah, MC motherfuckin Ren, with my nigga Paris 

Guerrilla Funk