Make It Hardcore Lyrics
| Song | Make It Hardcore |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Rebirth Of A Nation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Paris | |
| [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 | |
| Mother****er 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 ****? | |
| 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 [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] | |
| 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) [Paris] | |
| 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 [Chorus] [Paris] | |
| 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 | |
| **** 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 [Chorus] [Chuck D] | |
| Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! [x2] [Chorus: second half only] |
| zuo ci : Paris | |
| 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 | |
| Mother er cause it ain' t all good, now | |
| I wish they would | |
| Get yo' vest on, we rain on | |
| Babylon The anti | |
| Fox News, antipop, 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 deadly so what the ? | |
| 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 keepkeepin 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 Chorus: Chuck D singers | |
| 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 Paris | |
| 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 AntiNigger 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 Chorus Paris | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Chorus Chuck D | |
| Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! x2 Chorus: second half only |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| 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 | |
| Mother er cause it ain' t all good, now | |
| I wish they would | |
| Get yo' vest on, we rain on | |
| Babylon The anti | |
| Fox News, antipop, 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 deadly so what the ? | |
| 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 keepkeepin 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 Chorus: Chuck D singers | |
| 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 Paris | |
| 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 AntiNigger 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 Chorus Paris | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Chorus Chuck D | |
| Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! x2 Chorus: second half only |
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