hard

Hard
(Ryu)
Uh hu
Ryu
Me and Takbir
Demigodzilla
J-Dilla
Verse 1
Yo
It aint (Hard)
They tell now who the illest is
J-Dilla ****** Styles in ya grill again
That old killa ******t back to the gutter scum
Number 1 rap record of the summer son!
Feet stomp to the beat like war drums
Chandelier shook and the freakin floor sunk
The R-Y-U that should do it
Shoot a missle at the moon and attach you to it
Its too (Hard)
Born for the weak and peacy
Im thinkin that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets
******ttin on you rappers I practice free speech
Dont protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!
Verse 2
Its time to hop in to cruise to the new ******t
Huh
Im bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick
Soon as the sun sets Im out with the whole clan
Tearin the village down oh man!
Folks dont understand
When Im holdin this part of this perfect unit
To do it you recognize that we started this murder music
Im movin through all the rubbish and yes
They know they love it at best
Cuz Ive been known to keep them clubbin the debt
Chorus
You aint a (Star)
So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)
Aint nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)
You dont party with ya people at the (Bar)
What is it?
Wha wha what is it?
You a (Star)
Before you bring it boy you better think (Hard)
Drop a hundred thou on a red and pink (Car)
Get it free never blow money at the (Bar)
What is it?
What what what is it?
Verse 3
Huh?
Aww I see you got ya heart broken
Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded
Clockin all my jewels and they dont know how we did it
Marking every move smooth to my ****** fitted
Ooh!
Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late
Why?
Cuz you aint even old enough to innovate
Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame
But dang
You aint really known for ya skill
Verse 4
Ok !
Think about it before you pop off
Keep cool when you ****** with a Boss Hog
Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart
Seen em down the bloc tryin to flag a cop car
Not to notice a bomb goes wowee
Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi
People know who control the Valley
Roll tanks through the west bank home to Cali
You aint (Hard)
Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted
So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits
You aint about ******t holmes admit it
Cuz real hustlers dont talk they just go get it!
Uh huh
S.O.B.
Ryu and Tak
Uh
Chorus
Verse 5
Follow me follow me closely
I see you fellas were jealous so I crack a smirk and polish my trophy
Shakin the ground
I put my hands in the gravel
Try takin me down so I can stand in ya shadow
Naw
You and ya buddy gonna see in an instant
Dummy
Without me it wouldnt be what it is then
So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside
What a surprise yea its so kick it
Verse 6
Yo
You hear the baby whining it dont effect me ******it
How dare you disrespect me kid
Im sick of the games
Look at where you sit in the plane
You could be chillin with a first class ticket to fame
You aint (Hard)
Matter fact its easy
Ima crack ya cd
It sounds good cuz ya tracks are cheesy
On the path to greatness
Ya raps are basic
Think about it when you fillin out that application
Chorus