make it hardcore
public enemy
rap is dead cause people runnin out of shit to say
so ridiculous and so absurd
i was almost at a loss for words
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
p and the enemy policin the beast
until we rise it'll never be peace
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
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
bitch niggaz goin out all day
we pullin guns on uncle tom to bomb on viacom
long as needed we competin keep-keepin it strong
ain't no in my as long as they sell the black out
i grip my shit and blow your back out
cause you know we reppin the cause
i check drawers for balls
whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
now tell me who can bring it liver
it's p.e. still beatin the beast
in this game of latecomers
and grown men actin like teenagers
what'cha know about words i throw around
when i say it loud better know that i'm black and i'm proud
take a look around and see the way they keepin the realest from reachin
but i bet you never hear it again
clear channel never heat it again
it never fit into the corporate plan of attack
they genocidal practices only givin us murder on wax"