Lyrics
Intro/hook (x2)
(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) hardcore!!!
(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*no i, no i ain't smilin*)
Verse 1: dray
Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these mother****ers wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that i was rich and now your mother****er is on my dinger
Then i swing the jungle shit so **** the humble shit
Kid i crumble shit, mother****ers know i never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
Cos in a second i'ma pull a ****ing tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when i kick
Y'all mother****ers think you're slick but y'all can suck my ****ing dick
Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
Or broken, no jokin, i shoot them *?in them rise?*
**** with das you wind up in hos-
-pital, so bust my riddle when i reveal it
If mother****ers wanna play around then stay around and feel it
Cos yo...
Hook (x2)
Verse 2: skoob, dray
Now to my style there is no equal, boy i'm lethal like some tumours
My crew be strokin ******* like i used to stroke my pumas
Wit my toothbrush, see i do just what i wanna
I got that from my pops and from some *************s on the corner
So you never catch me rappin' about no government shit
But i be snappin on mc's like your ************* snap on double mega of a shotty
And a burner and i keeps the 2 ready
To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that i would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See i smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons
Well it's the d-a-s, i can't forget the e-a
F-a to the x so when i flex y'know i bein
A fatter wrecker ************* on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as ************* as bad as me
I takes the best of them so **** the rest of them
I couldn't care less for them, i'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, mother****ers check it
Never actin broke cos yo i sold a ****ing record
I'm too slick for dat, suck my big mother****ers for that
Don't try to trap my rap cos yo i'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't know, well mother****ers this is how we do it
Uhh
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: skoob
Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer
I'm mad at the system like them mother****ers up in attica
From more ways and your ways i rip mother****ers like dat
Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a ****ing cat
Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give mother****ers with the superdest
Flow, son you'll get no wins cos i been
Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
Quick i rip mother****ers to bits like piranha
When i blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda
And when i come thru i'm hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
That fat mother****er my game is all-skirt tight
Use to **** with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't pirrelli
Hold It Down: Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
Hold It Down: I'm ****ed up, yo dice i need a cut
Bring it!
Hook (x2)
Hardcore!!!
Hold It Down: Mother****er mother****er mother****er
(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) hardcore!!!
(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*no i, no i ain't smilin*)
Verse 1: dray
Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these mother****ers wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that i was rich and now your mother****er is on my dinger
Then i swing the jungle shit so **** the humble shit
Kid i crumble shit, mother****ers know i never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
Cos in a second i'ma pull a ****ing tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when i kick
Y'all mother****ers think you're slick but y'all can suck my ****ing dick
Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
Or broken, no jokin, i shoot them *?in them rise?*
**** with das you wind up in hos-
-pital, so bust my riddle when i reveal it
If mother****ers wanna play around then stay around and feel it
Cos yo...
Hook (x2)
Verse 2: skoob, dray
Now to my style there is no equal, boy i'm lethal like some tumours
My crew be strokin ******* like i used to stroke my pumas
Wit my toothbrush, see i do just what i wanna
I got that from my pops and from some *************s on the corner
So you never catch me rappin' about no government shit
But i be snappin on mc's like your ************* snap on double mega of a shotty
And a burner and i keeps the 2 ready
To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that i would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See i smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons
Well it's the d-a-s, i can't forget the e-a
F-a to the x so when i flex y'know i bein
A fatter wrecker ************* on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as ************* as bad as me
I takes the best of them so **** the rest of them
I couldn't care less for them, i'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, mother****ers check it
Never actin broke cos yo i sold a ****ing record
I'm too slick for dat, suck my big mother****ers for that
Don't try to trap my rap cos yo i'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't know, well mother****ers this is how we do it
Uhh
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: skoob
Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer
I'm mad at the system like them mother****ers up in attica
From more ways and your ways i rip mother****ers like dat
Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a ****ing cat
Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give mother****ers with the superdest
Flow, son you'll get no wins cos i been
Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
Quick i rip mother****ers to bits like piranha
When i blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda
And when i come thru i'm hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
That fat mother****er my game is all-skirt tight
Use to **** with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't pirrelli
Hold It Down: Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
Hold It Down: I'm ****ed up, yo dice i need a cut
Bring it!
Hook (x2)
Hardcore!!!
Hold It Down: Mother****er mother****er mother****er