Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Hitters , by - Dilated Peoples. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Hard Hitters |
| Stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love |
| This is for the sisters and brothers we love «Come on» |
| We care enough to give it uncut, straight up |
| With no chaser cause time don’t wait up |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Worldwide» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Evidence» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Yo |
| Hunters and gatherers, Nomads in Attica |
| Radical Terrorists and those who tally up the data |
| What matters most is they can boast |
| But scatter when toast is close |
| Burners pressed to your throat you ghost |
| Of course |
| You could chose to go against the force |
| I’ll fire straight ahead |
| There’ll be no mission abort |
| We can take it to the streets or take it to court |
| Supreme shit get hit over your fort, open the door |
| We’ve opened up for different artists on tour |
| Sixty percent love, Forty percent war |
| Let’s settle the score |
| Most things are rot at the core |
| Not what they seem |
| Watch the two worlds you’re stuck in between |
| Or pay the penalty |
| Zero strikes, Zero Felonies |
| Lay low hakido master |
| Redirecting energy |
| I use words similar but none sound fresher than |
| «Three of us who rap together» |
| Stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love |
| This is for the sisters and brothers we love «Come on» |
| We care enough to give it uncut, straight up |
| With no chaser cause time don’t wait up |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Worldwide» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Iriscience» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Aiiyo you could probably find Rakaa at De Rokerij |
| Puffin' AK, sippin cafe au lait |
| In Amsterdam chillin in the cafe all day |
| Bang my shit between classes in your school hallways |
| You’re fuckin' with expansion all-access |
| Hard journeys make you treat your mic like a cactus |
| Rap iconoclast that loves to sound flash |
| And sticky green grass with orange and brown hash |
| Take your tape up and take this on |
| I heard anything that does not kill will make strong |
| And I build one of the sickest holding this still |
| You need a dose of eccinacea with a little golden seal |
| If you boots turn up my two boots |
| Babu slice and dice your crew and produce hits |
| Misunderstandings go back to the blues but ah- |
| There ain’t nothing like hip hop music |
| Stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love |
| This is for the sisters and brothers we love «Come on» |
| We care enough to give it uncut, straight up |
| With no chaser cause time don’t wait up |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Worldwide» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Thats why we’re sending cats back to the lab «Black Thought» |
| The microphone’s up for grabs |
| Live everyday like its your last |
| Cause one day?? |
| you'd fight??, my nigga |
| Fuck around son it might be tonight cause figure |
| The likeliness of you surviving this brawl is slim |
| It’s like scuba diving with no oxygen |
| Monster when I situate my slang |
| Leave a nigga almost brainless once and bang |
| Had a crowd screamin bout how they don’t want your thang |
| Keep it the sharpest one in the game its no secret |
| My style is certified, Philly-Animal rough |
| Runnin' things, pull more strings than gamble and huff |
| Cannibal hustlers taught me how to handle myself |
| Hit man for hire pull a hot pick from shelf and spark |
| The pioneer to represent illadelph is Thought |
| I got these weak niggas pullin theyselves apart |
| Y’all know the tone the one that hold the throne |
| That radiate your dome like a motorola phone nigga*echoes* |
| Dilated*echoes* |
| «From the angels of cali to illadelph crack build» |
| «Hard Hitters» |