Tekst:
Public Enemy Make It Hardcore

check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! (Ridin with a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game) Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

and the Enemy's new How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go 'Bout the war and how it's shitty

bottom of the north pole. in my double s four Fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor. It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated

I. It's on breaker 1, 2 mike checkin' Flexin no half steppin When I release the funky weapon Like ricochet ping ping ping. I make fans fell it even when

em in the pile with the rest of em When I flip it and hit it, some brothers don't get it They want me to kick it like others - forget it I tailor-made

Public, Public, Public Enemy, Public, Public, Public Enemy Public, Public Enemy, Public, Public Enemy Public, Public, Public Enemy, Public Enemy Public

lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They

, cause some sleep while I wake in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple: It's easier

my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised