Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip Low to avoid the caps and blows By the gang bangers at the B boy shows With the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank So Watcha Sayin's pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and The bass continues to thump Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Rap combat squares sat and I attack Any crab MC that's down with the whack And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equipped with the thinking cap they call penis and Yo, with that, I can break fools Especially when the posse is thick and got tools Make me feel good 'cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn Mess with me and get your manhood token Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools I got it going on, since I'm up next to flex You can bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your Kotex I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk, push a pen and pencil when I'm pissed Pack pistol posse, flow some more pro shit Fee-fi-fo-fum, funky to floor, ay f******ur freak words for foreplay Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson A madman who mutilize men with 9-M-M Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson I jam like Janet, chew MCs like Swansons Dinners, damn, dummy, I'm diggin' a dungeon Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dumb-dumbs? Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro My afro's in the house (yo, yo, yo) Long as I live large, life will be luxury Ladies in Lamborghinis, love is like luck to me Nasty nigga, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey, knock heads like Mike Nunn Shit, grab the steel when I'm strokin' Smoke with shotguns, but the sign said no smokin' Cool it, kiddo, I control from sea to sea Cut like Chuckie, plus style is cock-D Superman Lover, cool from the new school Hold your breath while I walk holdin' my jewels Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools Hardcore to make the brothers act fools --- Hardcore - EPMD