Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Hardcore, artist - K'NAAN. Album song The Dusty Foot Philosopher, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2008
Record label: Interdependent Media
Song language: English
What's Hardcore |
I put a pen to the paper |
This time as visual as possible |
Guns blast at the hospital |
The walls are white washed with tin rooftops |
To show love, you lick two shots |
It’s dangerous man |
Journalists hire gunmen, there’s violent women |
Kids trust no one cause fire burnt them |
Refugees die in boats, headed for peace |
Is anyone scared of death here? |
Not in the least |
I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree |
Life is cheap here, but wisdom is free |
The beach boys hang on the side, leaning with pride |
Scam artists and gangsters fiending to fight |
I walk with three kids that can’t wait to meet God |
Lately, that’s Bucktooth, Muhammad and Crybaby |
What they do everyday just to eat, Lord have mercy |
Strapped with an AK and they bloodthirsty |
So what’s hardcore? |
Really, are you hardcore? |
Hmm |
We begin our day by the way of the gun |
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front |
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters |
We start riots by burning car tires |
They looting, and everybody start shooting |
Bullshit politicians talking about solutions, but it’s all talk |
You can’t go half a block without a road block |
You don’t pay at the road block you get your throat shot |
And each road block is set up by these gangsters |
And different gangsters go by different standards |
For example, the evening is a no-go |
Unless you wanna wear a bullet like a logo |
In the day you should never take the alleyway |
The only thing that validates you is the AK |
They chew on Jad, it’s sorta like coca leafs |
And there ain’t no police |
I’mma spit these verses cause I feel annoyed |
And I’m not gonna quit till I fill the void |
If I rhyme about home and got descriptive |
I’d make 50 Cent look like Limp Bizkit |
It’s true, and don’t make me rhyme about you |
I’m from where the kids is addicted to glue |
Get ready, he got a good grip on the machete |
Make rappers say they do it for love like R. Kelly |
It’s hard, harder than Harlem and Compton intertwined |
Harder than harboring Bin Laden and rewind |
(To that earlier part when I was kinda like) |
We begin our day by the way of the gun |
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front |
We got no police ambulances or fire fighters |
We start riots by burning car tires |
They looting, and everybody starts shooting |