Hardcore Lyrics by Epmd

Hardcore Lyrics

    (chorus)
    Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

    (pmd)

    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 gangbanners at the b-boy shows
    Wit the cops trying to control the crowd
    But they can't, systems crank "so what'cha saying"'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

    Chorus

    (e double)

    Rap combat squares sat and i attack
    Any crab mc that's down wit the wack
    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 equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)?
    Yo, wit that, i can break fool
    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 harcore like brooklyn
    Mess wit me and get your manhood token

    Chorus

    (redman)

    I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex
    You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex
    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 pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)?
    Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit
    Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a
    Fuck a freak, words before play
    Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack
    On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback
    A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson
    A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm
    Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam
    Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam
    Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson
    I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson
    Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon
    Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums
    Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro
    My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo
    Known as i live large, life will be luxury
    Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me
    Nasty nigga, competition is none
    From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn
    Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking
    Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking
    Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea
    Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d
    Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;
    Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels

    Chorus

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