Hardcore - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

[Verse 1: Parrish Smith]

When I turn the party out, all hands is in the air

Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs

It's 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 gangbangers at the B-boy shows

Where the cops try to control the crowd

But they can't, system's cranked, "So Wat Cha Sayin" is pumpin' loud

Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan-Am

Brothers lickin' 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 crossfire without no caps

And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout

(Niggas), yeah, cold turn the party out

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Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

Rap combat is where it's at and I attack

Any crab MC that's down with the wack

And I wreck, and if I can, I snap a neck

Throw a knockout 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 thinkin' cap they call keenness

And yo, with 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

Rockin' on, word is bond, so abandon ship

My name is Erick Sermon, not Wilson, but I flip

I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn

Mess with me and get your manhood tooken

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Hardcore

Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

[Verse 3: Redman]

I got it goin' on, since I'm up next to flex

You could 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 to rip some more fly shit

Redman ready to rock rough 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, ayy

Fuck your 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

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Hardcore to make the brothers act fools