| Just below the surface is hate
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| Retake, Black Panther mind state
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| With a platinum heater tucked in my draws
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| Still raw, still down for the cause
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| Choosin' words wisely
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| Knowin' some despisin' what I’m writing, ain’t no time for compromising
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| Watchin' coons clown, ice cold expression
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| Too many on the paper chase with no direction
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| So we correct 'em, catch 'em in dresses
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| Snatch your bitch ass backwards myself, 'the fuck you thankin'?
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| «Blap» when the strap buck, now they back up
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| Ain’t no more act up, now shit ain’t funny no more
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| I know that some of y’all 'course, ain’t feelin' me
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| Everyday it seem to get worse, y’all niggas killin' me
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| I stay low key, and let 'em be with the coon shit
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| Blame it on the coon shit, it’s real like that
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| Cause Hollywood ain’t real like that
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| Hold up your hands if you feel like that
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| Where all my hard truth soldiers at?
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| Hit back, it’s P-Dog, I never run or buckle
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| Knowin' when you look in my eyes as I choke the muzzle
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| Always reppin the struggle
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| Represent the people, freedom fighter do or die on another level
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| Never looking' to settle
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| Black metal, Gat Turner with the twin burners, when I buck the devil
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| What they say, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| Believe, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| That’s right, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| Believe, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| So many fake ass J-cat wannabe acts
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| With them fake raps niggas always wanna be macks
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| Never face facts, niggas always wanna relax
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| So I stay black, make them cat niggas collapse
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| Gives a fuck bout your shine, I’m a rider for mines
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| Let the dogs out, never leave a child behind
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| Goin' balls out, cause you know I’m knowin' the time
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| So I call out, all these coon niggas with rhymes
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| It’s the G-U-E-R, R-I double L, A funk
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| Back to black, back with that
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| Black fist and blackness black back to business
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| Bitch slap ya lip and clap back at pigs
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| This is, the movement, I keep it a hundred
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| Take it back to the days when the people was on it
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| Take it back to the days when black fists was raised
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| Take it back to the fight, black people unite, I tell 'em
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| What they say, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| Believe, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| That’s right, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| Believe, you ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Yeah, straight hard truth soldier
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| It’s that 1−2-3, the 3 the 2−1
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| Paris back in this motherfucka, muggin' and gunnin'
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| To rewind and remind us of what it’s about
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| Shine light so the blind get to figure it out
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| OG Coon killa, who wanna test
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| Any nigga in a dress, I’ma put him to rest
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| Any wannabe pimp police or kingpins that’s rappin'
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| And pushing poison to kids, I’m killin'
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| Like that, nigga what? |
| It’s hard truth
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| The return of the rough, and y’all through
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| I’m black manhood, I can’t be bought
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| Or sold out or co-opted, swayed or paid off
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| STOP cosigning' coons, make us all look bad
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| STOP cosigning fools say we hatin and mad
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| Man, you motherfuckin' right niggas hatin' and mad
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| So STOP co signing' coons, make us all look bad
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| Take us back to the days, back to the start
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| Back to the place, back to the art
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| Back to the panthers and livin' in peace
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| And to community and kids playin' safe in the street
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| Take us back to black businesses with black business
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| Black wealth and black people doing for self
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| Take us back to days so we moving in step
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| Till we raise up understand it’s freedom or death, and tell 'em
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| You ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| You ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| You ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| You ain’t nothin' but a soldier
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| Straight hard truth soldier
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| Yep yep yep yep,
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| Yep yep yep,
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| Yep yep yep yep,
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| And they know they can’t catch me now
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| Yep yep yep yep,
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| Yep yep yep yep,
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| And they know they can’t catch me--
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| The return of real hip hop
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| Where my hard truth soldiers at?
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| Where my hard truth soldiers at?
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| Say yeah… (yeah!)
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| Say yeah… (yeah!)
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| Say hell yeah… (hell yeah!)
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| Say hell yeah… (hell yeah!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Truth Soldier , by - Paris. Song from the album Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп