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Dead Prez - 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 'em with the words with purpose it's the
 CoIntel killa black hard truth silverback "damn"
 Still checkin to see just who's set to come along
 when brothers revive that movement
 We bringing the balance back, never non-violent tact
 Guerrillla Funk and P.E. connect
 So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em
 combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins
 all in it's the master plan
 until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation...
 [Verse 2: Professor Griff]They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know
 P.A., niggaz is opposite of the Po Po
 We say together the ants can conquer the elephants
 They say, fuck what they say 'cause shit is irrelevant
 Soldiers, where's your heart? Show me that love
 What you made of? This is the shit that could make thugs
 Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me
 Anything for you, give up my kidney...
 [Verse 3: Dead Prez]Up early in the morning, training 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 something 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....
 [Chorus x2: Paris]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 killa Cal nigga now, showin' disgust
 One hitter, still bitter, clips ready to bust
 Gat Turner with the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz
 Red beam on a pig make 'em pause
 And y'all can't fuck with the style I bring
 Been wild as a child ever since I came
 To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain
 P-Dog and the Enemy, we bringin' the pain...
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 [Verse 5: Conscious Daughters]It's the squaw,
 quick on the draw and quite clean
 Verbal attack, I'm never seen, comin'
 Niggas take off runnin', they know in my tribe
 I'm pitchin' venomous arrows and shovin' bitches 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
 Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war...
 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', hoe, 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.......
 [Chorus x2: Paris]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 6: MC Ren]Who that nigga you can call to spit some shit
 And ain't scared of the government, you niggaz lovin' it
 We spread out in different positions
 Tryin' to break these motherfuckers outta prison, listen "yeah"
 Mayday on the front line
 Nigga we G's up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline "what"
 Then they want my black ass to Rock The Vote
 They want as many niggaz they can to fill the boat
 But these house niggaz go fight in Iraq
 Cryin' to they mamma now they wanna come back
 Should'nta took your black ass in the service
 And fuck if I make you nervous, I'ma speak it
 Black revolutionary, that's my title
 While these stupid niggaz wanna be American Idols
 Still ride for the streets, since day one
 We rough with ours homie, straight outta Compton...
 [Chorus x2: Paris]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 Talking]yeah, MC motherfuckin Ren, with my nigga Paris
 Guerrilla Funk








