Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Truth Soldiers , by - MC Ren. Song from the album Rebirth Of A Nation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.03.2006
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Hard Truth Soldiers |
| Bring that beat back, we set it off «we set it off» |
| Got us back for combat, we get it raw «we get it raw» |
| With a counterattack over tracks we build minds of the blind |
| never calm when we bomb on neocons «let's go» |
| Pump the level, the rebel to you |
| Never lose or let a devil break up my crew |
| Never nervous, serve 'em with the words with purpose it’s the |
| CoIntel killa black hard truth silverback «damn» |
| Still checkin to see just who’s set to come along |
| when brothers revive that movement |
| We bringing the balance back, never non-violent tact |
| Guerrillla Funk and P.E. |
| connect |
| So know it when you’re hearin the rhymes that I’m givin' 'em |
| combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins |
| all in it’s the master plan |
| until the curse is reversed I’m sayin, rebirth of a nation… |
| They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know |
| P.A., niggaz is opposite of the Po Po |
| We say together the ants can conquer the elephants |
| They say, fuck what they say 'cause shit is irrelevant |
| Soldiers, where’s your heart? |
| Show me that love |
| What you made of? |
| This is the shit that could make thugs |
| Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me |
| Anything for you, give up my kidney… |
| Up early in the morning, training with the machete |
| Revolutionary, ready for war, never scary |
| As an African, my daily regimen is development |
| Malcolm X said self defense is intelligent |
| So I train in the martial arts |
| It’s something for warriors, not those with partial hearts «partial hearts» |
| We recognize that our people need a military |
| So we could take care what’s already necessary… |
| What they say, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| Believe, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| It’s the killa Cal nigga now, showin' disgust |
| One hitter, still bitter, clips ready to bust |
| Gat Turner with the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz |
| Red beam on a pig make 'em pause |
| And y’all can’t fuck with the style I bring |
| Been wild as a child ever since I came |
| To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain |
| P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain… |
| It’s the squaw, quick on the draw and quite clean |
| Verbal attack, I’m never seen, comin' |
| Niggas take off runnin', they know in my tribe |
| I’m pitchin' venomous arrows and shovin' bitches aside |
| We ride, unified, playin' our part |
| Bein' sure that a woman’s voice’ll never get lost |
| Still a soldier in the struggle and aware of the cost |
| Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war… |
| So before I begin, let’s commit to rhyme |
| Keep the women in the mix and do it one more time |
| And that when I get to hittin', know the powder is dry |
| Spittin' 'power to the people', hoe, the real gon' shine |
| Conscious Daughters in the front, soldier first brigade |
| Special One, CMG, Guerrilla Funk, we raid |
| Blaze through the competition and we all get paid |
| But keep it revolutionary each and every day… |
| What they say, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| Believe, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| Who that nigga you can call to spit some shit |
| And ain’t scared of the government, you niggaz lovin' it |
| We spread out in different positions |
| Tryin' to break these motherfuckers outta prison, listen «yeah» |
| Mayday on the front line |
| Nigga we G’s up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline «what» |
| Then they want my black ass to Rock The Vote |
| They want as many niggaz they can to fill the boat |
| But these house niggaz go fight in Iraq |
| Cryin' to they mamma now they wanna come back |
| Should’nta took your black ass in the service |
| And fuck if I make you nervous, I’ma speak it |
| Black revolutionary, that’s my title |
| While these stupid niggaz wanna be American Idols |
| Still ride for the streets, since day one |
| We rough with ours homie, straight outta Compton… |
| What they say, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| Believe, You ain’t nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
| Straight Hard Truth Soldier |
| yeah, MC motherfuckin Ren, with my nigga Paris |
| Guerrilla Funk |