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