Hard Truth Soldier - Paris

Hard Truth Soldier - Paris

Альбом
Pistol Politics
Год
2015
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
323710

以下は曲の歌詞です Hard Truth Soldier 、アーティスト - Paris 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Hard Truth Soldier "

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Hard Truth Soldier

Paris

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

Snatch your bitch ass backwards myself, 'the fuck you thankin'?

«Blap» when the strap buck, now they back up

Ain’t no more act up, now shit 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 niggas killin' me

I stay low key, and let 'em be with the coon shit

Blame it on the coon shit, 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

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

So many fake ass J-cat wannabe acts

With them fake raps niggas always wanna be macks

Never face facts, niggas always wanna relax

So I stay black, make them cat niggas collapse

Gives a fuck bout your shine, I’m a rider for mines

Let the dogs out, never leave a child behind

Goin' balls out, cause you know I’m knowin' the time

So I call out, all these coon niggas 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

Bitch 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

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

It’s that 1−2-3, the 3 the 2−1

Paris back in this motherfucka, 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 killa, who wanna test

Any nigga 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 killin'

Like that, nigga 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 motherfuckin' right niggas 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 hell yeah… (hell yeah!)

Say hell yeah… (hell yeah!)

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