Hard Hitters

[Chorus: Rakaa]

You heard stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love

This is for the sisters and brothers we love "Come on"

We care enough to give it uncut, straight up

With no chaser 'cause time don't wait up

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Worldwide"

The microphone's up for grabs

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Evidence"

The microphone's up for grabs

[Verse 1: Evidence]

Yo

Hunters and gatherers, Nomads in Attica

Radical Terrorists and those who tally up the data

What matters most is they can boast

But scatter when toast is close

Burners pressed to your throat you ghost

Of course

You could choose to go against the force

I'll fire straight ahead

There'll be no mission abort

We can take it to the streets or take it to court

Supreme shit get hit over your fort, open the door

We've opened up for different artists on tour

Sixty percent love, Forty percent war

Let's settle the score

Most things are rot at the core

And not what they seem

Watch the two worlds you're stuck in between

Or pay the penalty

Zero strikes, Zero Felonies

Lay low hakido master

Redirecting energy

I use words similar but none sound fresher than:

"Three of us who rap together"

[Chorus: Rakaa]

You heard stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love

This is for the sisters and brothers we love "Come on"

We care enough to give it uncut, straight up

With no chaser 'cause time don't wait up

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Worldwide"

The microphone's up for grabs

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Iriscience"

The microphone's up for grabs

[Verse 2: Rakaa]

Aiiyo you could probably find Rakaa at De Rokerij

Puffin' AK, sippin' cafe au lait

In Amsterdam, chillin' in the cafe all day

Bang my shit between classes in your school hallways

You're fuckin' with expansion all-access

Hard journeys make you treat your mic like a cactus

Rap iconoclast that loves to sound flash

And sticky green grass with orange and brown hash

Take your tape up and take this on

I heard anything that does not kill will make strong

And I build one of the sickest holding this still

You need a dose of echinacea with a little golden seal

If you boots turn up my two boots

Babu slice and dice your crew and produce hits

Misunderstandings go back to the blues but ah-

There ain't nothing like hip hop music

[Chorus: Rakaa]

You heard stories 'bout the angels of brotherly love

This is for the sisters and brothers we love "Come on"

We care enough to give it uncut, straight up

With no chaser 'cause time don't wait up

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Worldwide"

The microphone's up for grabs

That's why we're sending cats back to the lab "Black Thought"

The microphone's up for grabs

[Verse 3: Black Thought]

Yo – live every day like it's your last

'Cause one day you'll be right, my nigga

Fuck around, son, it might be tonight, 'cause, figure –

The likeliness of you surviving this brawl is slim

It's like scuba divin' with no oxygen

Monster when I situate my slang

Leave a nigga almost brainless once and bang

Had a crowd screamin' 'bout how they don't want your thang – keep it

The sharpest one in the game, it's no secret

My style's certified, Philly-Animal rough

Runnin' things, pull more strings than Gamble and Huff

Cannibal hustlers taught me how to handle myself

Hitman for hire, pull a hot pen from the shelf and spark

The pioneer to represent Illadelph is Thought

I got these weak niggas pullin' theyselves apart

Y'all know the tone, the one that hold the throne

That radiate your dome like a Motorola phone, nigga {*echoes*}

[Outro: Rakaa Iriscience]

Dilated {*echoes*}

"From the angels of Cali to Illadelph crack build"

"Hard Hitters"