Verse 1
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 two shots, it's dangerous man
Journalists hire gunmen that's violent with me,
Kids trust no one cuz fire burn them
Refugees die in boats headed for peace
Is anyone scared of death here? not in the least
I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree
Life is cheap here but wisdom is free
The beach boy's hang on the side, leanin with pride
Scam artists and gangsta’s, fiendin to fight
I walk with three kids, that cant wait to meet God lately
That's bucktooth, Mohamed and cry baby,
What they do everyday just to eat lord of mercy
Strapped with an ak and they blood thirsty

Chorus 2x
So what's hardcore?
Really
Are you hardcore?
Hmmm

Verse 2
We begin our day by the way of the gun
Rocket propelled grenade blow you away if you front
We got no police, ambulance, or firefighters
We start riots by burning car tires
They looting and everybody start shooting
Bullshit politicians talk about solutions
But it’s all talk
You can't go half a block without a roadblock
You don't 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 wanna wear a bullet like a logo
In the day you should never take the alley way
The only thing that validates you is the AK
They chew on chad...
It's sort of like kokanees, and there ain't no police

Chorus

Verse 3
Ima spit these verses cuz I feel annoyed
And I'm not gonna quit, til I fill the void
If I rhyme about home, and got descriptive
I'd make 50 cent look like Limp Bizkit
It's true, and dont make me rhyme about you
I'm from where the kids are addicted to glue
Get ready, u got a good grip on the machete
Make rappers say they do it for love, like R Kelly
It's hard, harder than Harlem and Compton intertwined
Harder than harbouring Bin laden in rewind
To that earlier part, when I was kinda like
We begin our day by the way 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 looting, and everybody start shooting

Repeat Chorus 2x

Are you hardcore?

© K'Naan