Public Enemy – Hard Truth Soldiers Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck D]
Bring that beat back, we set it off
Got us back for combat, we get it raw
With a counterattack over tracks, we build minds of the blind
Never calm when we bomb on neocons
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 killer, Black Hard Truth silverback
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, niggas is opposite of the po-po
We stay together as the ants can conquer the elephant
They say, f*ck 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: 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 intelligence
So I train in the Martial Arts
It’s somethin’ for warriors, not those with partial hearts
We recognize that our people need a military
So we could take care what’s already necessary

[Hook: 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 killer Cal’ nigga 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*ck 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”
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
Motherf*cker, 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 nigga you can call to spit some shit
And ain’t scared of the government, you niggas lovin’ it
We spread out, in different positions
Tryin’ to break these motherf*ckers 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 niggas they can, to fill the boat
But these house niggas, go fight in Iraq
Cryin’ to they mamma now they wanna come back
Shouldn’t took your black ass in the service
And f*ck if I make you nervous, I’mma speak it
Black revolutionary, that’s my title
While these stupid niggas 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*ckin’ Ren, with my nigga Paris
Guerrilla Funk