歌曲 | Make It Hardcore |
歌手 | Public Enemy |
专辑 | Rebirth Of A Nation |
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] |
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 |