Public Enemy

Public Enemy - Hard Truth Soldiers lyrics

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(feat. Conscious Daughers, Dead Prez, MC Ren, Paris)

[Verse 1: Chuck D]

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...

[Verse 2: Professor Griff]

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...

[Verse 3: Dead Prez]

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....

[Chorus x2: Paris]

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

[Verse 4: Paris]

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...

[Verse 5: Conscious Daughters]

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.......

[Chorus x2: Paris]

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

[Verse 6: MC Ren]

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...

[Chorus x2: Paris]

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

[Outro: MC Ren Talking]

yeah, MC motherfuckin Ren, with my nigga Paris

Guerrilla Funk

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