Make It Hardcore

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
 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
 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)
 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!
 (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)
 Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
 Whatever it takes to make it hardcore!
 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)