Make It Hardcore Lyrics - Paris

Ain't that a bitch, I heard somebody think 

Rap is dead cause people runnin out of shit 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 

Motherfucker 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 shit, 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 smilin 

See the army as they're snatchin us up, yeah 

At yo' 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 embed with the swords 

Who the ones pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog 

The imagery is dead-ly so what the fuck? 

Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus 

Like Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah 

Bitch 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 shit 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 

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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-Nigger 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 givin 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 callin out 

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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 

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 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 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 

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!