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live, real rap's back again
You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio
The "Sonic Jihad" continues
Where you either with us, or you against us
Well, he don't care what people say
Hardcore metal's here to stay
And he don't know from right or wrong
He's hard and hungry, lean and strong
All
hidin' 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do

Tears spill out in anger, our black is now
Paris?
I wasn't good in history
To talk with you, to be useful
Yes, I invented a little

I’m not sure that Paul Verlaine
Used to live by the Seine
That side niggas too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) In the middle niggas too hardcore
So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)
Pin and stab dummies, I'm diggin' a dungeon
You can dig that I dig deep, to destroy dumdums
Yes
I am what I am when I jam, bro
My afro's in
and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who
danger is the only level of that moment
but it's your moment and you know you'll fucking own it.
glorified in the grace by your victory
when your done,
came back and now, "What's that?"
Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again a trough full of hearts
Could only be a bore

A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I care is
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again a trough full of hearts
Could only be a bore

A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I care is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
hardcore
(It ain't even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore
So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)

(It ain't even a question)
and a what's that
Straight from Paris, takin' cabbage and baby carrage
Get some cabbage, now burn the cherry radish
Fresh out the dealer, cop the check for
live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren 
"Yea" 
so I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then 
so when I die niggaz bury me 
make sure my shit
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
That you're screamin,
in Paris will ease the bite of it, 
All I care is to smile in spite of it. 

I'll forget you, I will 
While yet you are still burning inside my
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris could ease the bite
year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris will ease the bite
again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in paris will ease
again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in paris will ease
again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris will ease the bite
again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease