| Bringin' you back what you miss in hip hop
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| Hard Truth Sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier Radio
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| You are tuned to the voice of armed self defense, broadcasting in the year of
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| fire!
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| Back with that program
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| Fog city, no wack flows, no ham
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| Bring it back to the prose of the black man
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| Black hat, black strap, black fist in a black SS
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| We crush all when we throw down
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| Fuck a throne, nigga, watch what we on now
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| Bring it home so the whole world know how
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| With no singin', no bling, just the real when we do our thing
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| See, I come from the land where the panthers mob
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| (One) glance and you know from the stance what’s up
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| (We) advance programs that’ll stand us up
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| And finance grants so the fans come up
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| Any fool with a view too could see what’s happenin'
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| When hard truth bring the whole movement back in
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| Where youth get the truth that the schools is lackin'
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| And rhymes from the front line to see what’s crackin', goin'
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| Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go
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| Take this thing back, straight from Frisco
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go
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| Take this thing back, straight from Frisco
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Bring that slap back, bing that slap back
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| Hot damn hoe, here it go again
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| Back up on the set to let this niggas know what is
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| Back up on the set to keep it honest for the kids
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| Back to show the way to stay alive and out the prison
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| Fuck what you claim, this is game for real (yup)
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| We just, need to rise and build
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| And bring back pride that we used to have
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| It’s Hard Truth comin' from the Sons of Malcolm
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| It’s time to meet the guer-rillas
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| The soldiers, the leaders and the pro hittas (pro hittas)
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| And motherfuckas gonna feel us
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| This time or gonna be some blood spillin'
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| That’s how it is, how it was, how it do, how it does
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| How we do, payin' dues, never lose, never run
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| Steady gunnin' fuck a pig, nigga do your thang
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| And let 'em know it’s on again… all power to the people
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| Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go
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| Take this thing back, straight from Frisco
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go
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| Take this thing back, straight from Frisco
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| Bring that slap back, bring that slap back
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| Bring that slap back, bing that slap back
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| Steady spittin', get the picture comin' through in the clutch
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| Gettin' witcha heavy hittin' nigga givin' it up (givin' it up)
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| Puttin' hands on these off brands, undefeated
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| Hard to beat, nigga, balls deep, please believe it
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| A beast when I bring the noise
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| Ain’t nothin but a choice, and we choose to voice
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| How we steady makin' men from boys
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| Make em understand what the government’s plan is for us
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| Show em how to thrive and survive the streets
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| To compete, how to eat, from these real OGs
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| When to walk away and when to reach
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| And show 'em how to mean what they say and to say what they mean
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| Little locs soak the game up, claim they life
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| They awoke from the shame and the pain and lies
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| Ain’t no jokes, we control the way we defined
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| Let’s see who wanna test it, tr
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| Mothafucka, we united |