Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Truth Soldiers, artist - MC Ren. Album song Rebirth Of A Nation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |