Conscious Daughters - Hard Truth Soldiers lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over tracks, we build minds of the blind Never calm when we bomb on neocons "let's go" Pump the level, the rebel to you Never lose or let a devil break up my crew Never nervous, serve them with the words with purpose It's the cointel k**er, Black Hard Truth silverback "damn" I still checkin' to see just who's set to come along When brothers revive that movement We bringin' the balance back, never nonviolent tact Guerrillla Funk and P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin' the rhymes that I'm givin' them Combined with the rhythm, designed to expose the sins All in it's the masterplan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin' Rebirth Of A Nation [Verse 2: M1, dead prez] They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know P.A., n***as is opposite of the Po-Po We stay together as the ants can conquer the elephant They say, f** what they say cause sh** is irrelevant Soldiers, where's your heart? Show me that love What you made of? This is the sh** that could make thugs.. turn revolutionary 360, he with me, she with me Anything for you, give up my kidney [Verse 3: stic-man, dead prez] Up early in the morning, trainin' with the machete Revolutionary, ready for war, never scary As an African, my daily regimen is development Malcolm X said: self defense is intelligent So I train in the Martial Arts It's somethin' for warriors, not those with partial hearts "partial hearts" We recognize that our people need a military So we could take care what's already necessary [Hook: Paris X2] 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 [Verse 4: Paris] It's the k**er Cal' n***a now, showin' disgust One hitter, still bitter, clips ready to bust Gat Turner with the twin burner, 21 shots in my draws Red beam on a pig make them pause And y'all can't f** with the style I bring Been wild as a child ever since I came To the knowledge of myself, raise them up, maintain P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain [Conscious Daughters #1] Ugh, check it, it's the squaw Quick on the draw and quite clean Verbal attack, I'm never seen, "seen" comin' "yeah" n***as take off runnin', they know in my tribe I'm pitchin' venomous arrows and shovin' b**hes aside We ride, unified, playin' our part Bein' sure that a woman's voice'll never get lost Still a soldier in the struggle and aware of the cost Motherf**er, thought you knew the people ready for war [Conscious Daughters #2] So before I begin, let's commit to rhyme Keep the women in the mix and do it one more time And that when I get to hittin', know the powder is dry Spittin' power to the people, ho, the real gon' shine Conscious Daughters in the front, soldier first brigade Special One, CMG, Guerrilla Funk, we raid Blaze through the competition and we all get paid But keep it revolutionary each and every day, now tell them [Hook: Paris X2] 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 [Break] ...make through the day they was We might not be back, I might be in jail I might be anywhere but I'm.. A Revolutionary [MC Ren] Who that n***a you can call to spit some sh** And ain't scared of the government, you n***as lovin' it We spread out, in different positions Tryin' to break these motherf**ers outta prison, listen "yeah" Mayday on the front line n***a we G's up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline "what" Then they want my black a** to Rock The Vote They want as many n***as they can, to fill the boat But these house n***as, go fight in Iraq Cryin' to they mamma now they wanna come back Shouldn't took your black a** in the service And f** if I make you nervous, I'mma speak it Black revolutionary, that's my title While these stupid n***as wanna be American Idols Still ride for the streets, since day one We rough with ours, homey, straight outta Compton [Hook: Paris X2] 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 [Outro: MC Ren Overlapping the Hook] Yeah, MC mothaf**in' Ren, with my n***a Paris Guerrilla Funk