Hard (Ryu) Uh hu Ryu Me and Takbir Demigodzilla J-Dilla Verse 1 Yo It ain't (Hard) They tell now who the illest is J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again That old killa shit back to the gutter scum Number 1 rap record of the summer son! Feet stomp to the beat like war drums Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk The R-Y-U that should do it Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it Its too (Hard) Born for the weak and peacy I'm thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets Shittin on you rappers I practice free speech Don't protect whales but I rap for Green Peace! Verse 2 Its time to hop in to cruise to the new shit Huh I'm bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick Soon as the sun sets I'm out with the whole clan Tearin the village down oh man! Folks don't understand When I'm holdin this part of this perfect unit To do it you recognize that we started this murder music I'm movin through all the rubbish and yes They know they love it at best Cuz I've been known to keep them clubbin the debt Chorus You ain't a (Star) So why you walk around actin like you (Hard) Ain't nobody got you bumpin in the (Car) You don't party with ya people at the (Bar) What is it? Wha wha what is it? You a (Star) Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard) Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car) Get it free never blow money at the (Bar) What is it? What what what is it? Verse 3 Huh? Aww I see you got ya heart broken Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded Clockin all my jewels and they don't know how we did it Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted Ooh! Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late Why? Cuz you ain't even old enough to innovate Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame But dang You ain't really known for ya skill Verse 4 Ok! Think about it before you pop off Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car Not to notice a bomb goes wowee Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi People know who control the Valley Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali You ain't (Hard) Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits You ain't about shit holmes admit it Cuz real hustlers don't talk they just go get it! Uh huh S.O.B. Ryu and Tak Uh Chorus Verse 5 Follow me follow me closely I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy Shakin the ground I put my hands in the gravel Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow Naw You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant Dummy Without me it wouldn't be what it is then So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside What a surprise yea its so kick it Verse 6 Yo You hear the baby whining it don't effect me shiit How dare you disrespect me kid I'm sick of the games Look at where you sit in the plane You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame You ain't (Hard) Matter fact its easy Ima crack ya cd It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy On the path to greatness Ya raps are basic Think about it when you fillin out that application Chorus