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    I put a pen to the paper
    This time as visual as possible
    Guns blast at the hospital
    The walls are whitewashed
    With tin roof tops

    To show love you lick your two shots
    Its dangerous man,
    Journalists hire gunmen
    There's violent women

    Kids trust no one cause fire burnt them
    Refugees die on boats
    Headed for peace
    Is anyone scared of death here?

    Not in the least.
    I walk by an old lady
    Selling coconuts under the tree
    Life is cheap here but wisdom is free

    The beach boys hang on the side
    Leaning with pride,
    Scam artists and gangsters
    Fiending to fight
    I walk with three kids

    That cant wait to meet god lately
    Thats bucktooth mohammed and crybaby
    What they do everyday
    Just to eat, lord have mercy
    Strapped with an ak and they bloodthirsty..

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    So whats hardcore, really?
    Are you hardcore? Hmmmm..

    We begin our day by the weight of the gun
    Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front
    We got no police ambulance or firefighters
    We start riots by burning car tires
    They lootin, and everybody starts shootin
    Bullshit politicians talkin bout solutions
    But its all talk, you cant go half a block without a roadblock
    You dont pay at the roadblock you get your throat shot

    And each roadblock is set up by these gangsters
    And different gangsters go by different standards
    For example, the evening is a no go
    Unless you want to wear a bullet like a logo
    In the day you should never take the alleyway
    The only thing that validates you is the ak
    They chew on jad, its sorta like coca leaves
    And there aint no police..

    So whats hardcore, really?
    Are you hardcore? Hmmmm..

    I'm a split these verses, cause i feel annoyed
    And im not gonna quit till i fill the void
    If i rhymed about home and got discriptive
    I'd make 50 cent look like limp bizkit

    It's true, and dont make me rhyme about you
    Im from where the kids is addicted to glue
    Get ready, he got a good grip on the machete
    Make rappers say they do it for love like r kelly
    Its hard.

    Harder than harlem and compton intertwined
    Harder than harbouring bin laden and rewind
    To that earlier part when i was kinda like
    We begin our day by the weight of the gun

    Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front
    We got no police ambulance or firefighters
    We start riots by burning car tires
    They lootin, and everybody starts shootin

    So whats hardcore, really?
    Are you hardcore? Hmmmm..

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