Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Hitters, artist - Dilated Peoples.
Date of issue: 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» |