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paris (rap) - hard truth soldier (redux) كلمات الأغنية

[produced by paris]

[verse 1]
just below the surface is hate
retake, black panther mind state
with a platinum heater tucked in my draws
still raw, still down for the cause
choosin’ words wisely
knowin’ some despisin’ what i’m writing, ain’t no time for compromising
watchin’ coons clown, ice cold expression
too many on the paper chase with no direction
so we correct ’em, catch ’em in dresses
sn-tch your b-tch -ss backwards myself, ‘the f-ck you thankin’?
“blap” when the strap buck, now they back up
ain’t no more act up, now sh-t ain’t funny no more
i know that some of y’all ‘course, ain’t feelin’ me
everyday it seem to get worse, y’all n-ggas k!llin’ me
i stay low key, and let ’em be with the coon sh-t
blame it on the coon sh-t, it’s real like that
cause hollywood ain’t real like that
hold up your hands if you feel like that
where all my hard truth soldiers at?
hit back, it’s p-dog, i never run or buckle
knowin’ when you look in my eyes as i choke the muzzle
always reppin the struggle
represent the people, freedom fighter do or die on another level
never looking’ to settle
black metal, gat turner with the twin burners, when i buck the devil

[hook]
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
that’s right, 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 2]
so many fake -ss j-cat wannabe acts
with them fake raps n-ggas always wanna be macks
never face facts, n-ggas always wanna relax
so i stay black, make them cat n-ggas collapse
gives a f-ck bout your shine, i’m a rider for mines
let the dogs out, never leave a child behind
goin’ b-lls out, cause you know i’m knowin’ the time
so i call out, all these coon n-ggas with rhymes
it’s the g-u-e-r, r-i double l, a funk
back to black, back with that
black fist and blackness black back to business
b-tch slap ya lip and clap back at pigs
this is, the movement, i keep it a hundred
take it back to the days when the people was on it
take it back to the days when black fists was raised
take it back to the fight, black people unite, i tell ’em

[verse 3]
it’s that 1-2-3, the 3 the 2-1
paris back in this motherf-cka, muggin’ and gunnin’
to rewind and remind us of what it’s about
shine light so the blind get to figure it out
og coon k!lla, who wanna test
any n-gga in a dress, i’ma put him to rest
any wannabe pimp police or kingpins that’s rappin’
and pushing poison to kids, i’m k!llin’
like that, n-gga what? it’s hard truth
the return of the rough, and y’all through
i’m black manhood, i can’t be bought
or sold out or co-opted, swayed or paid off
stop cosigning’ coons, make us all look bad
stop cosigning fools say we hatin and mad
man, you motherf-ckin’ right n-ggas hatin’ and mad
so stop co signing’ coons, make us all look bad
take us back to the days, back to the start
back to the place, back to the art
back to the panthers and livin’ in peace
and to community and kids playin’ safe in the street
take us back to black businesses with black business
black wealth and black people doing for self
take us back to days so we moving in step
till we raise up understand it’s freedom or death, and tell ’em

you ain’t nothin’ but a soldier
you ain’t nothin’ but a soldier
you ain’t nothin’ but a soldier
you ain’t nothin’ but a soldier
straight hard truth soldier

[?]
yep yep yep yep, [?]
yep yep yep, [?]
yep yep yep yep, [?]
and they know they can’t catch me now

yep yep yep yep, [?]
[?], [?]
yep yep yep yep, [?]
and they know they can’t catch me–

the return of real hip hop
where my hard truth soldiers at?
where my hard truth soldiers at?
say yeah… (yeah!)
say yeah… (yeah!)
say h-ll yeah… (h-ll yeah!)
say h-ll yeah… (h-ll yeah!)

- paris rap

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