Hard - Styles of Beyond

Uh huh

Ryu

Takbir

Demigodzilla

J-Dilla

Yo

It ain’t (Hard)

They tell now who the illest is

J-Dilla bitch Styles in ya grill again

That old killa shit 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 missile at the moon and attach you to it

It’s too (Hard)

Born for the weak and PC

I’m thinkin' that the worlds gonna need some clean sheets

Shittin' on you rappers I practice free speech

Don’t protect whales but I rap for Green Peace!

It’s time to hop in to cruise to the new shit

Huh

I’m bout as cool as me chewin a toothpick

Soon as the sun sets I’m out with the whole clan

Tearin the village down oh man!

Folks don’t understand

When I’m holdin' this part of this perfect unit

To do it you recognize that we started this murder music

I’m movin through all the rubbish and yes

They know they love it at best

Cuz I’ve been known to keep them clubbin the debt

You ain’t a (Star)

So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)

Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)

You don’t 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?

Huh?

Aww I see you got ya heart broken

Little sweetie posted up with both arms folded

Clockin all my jewels and they don’t know how we did it

Marking every move smooth to my MLB fitted

Ooh!

Ya baby sitters gonna be a minute late

Why?

Cuz you ain’t even old enough to innovate

Skulls in ya grill got ya neighborhood fame

But dang

You ain’t really known for ya skill

Ok!

Think about it before you pop off

Keep cool when you fuckin with a Boss Hog

Hot sauce ima bag this Poptart

Seen em down the block tryin to flag a cop car

Not to notice a bomb goes wowee

Demigodz roll like Musab al-Zarqawi

People know who control the Cali

Roll tanks through the west bank home to Valley

You ain’t (Hard)

Cuz ya whack clique was Ousted

So sick I spit raps in hazmat outfits

You ain’t about shit holmes admit it

Cuz real hustlers don’t talk they just go get it!

Uh huh

Ryu and Tak

Uh

You ain’t a (Star)

So why you walk around actin like you (Hard)

Ain’t nobody got you bumpin in the (Car)

You don’t 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?

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 wouldn’t be what it is then

So recognize and zip ya lip jack push em aside

What a surprise yea it’s me so kick it

Yo

I hear the baby whining it don’t effect me, shit

How dare you disrespect me kid

I’m sick of the games

Look at where you sit in the plane

You could be chillin' with a first class ticket to fame

It ain’t (Hard)

Matter fact it’s easy

I’mma crack your cd

It sounds good cause ya tracks are cheesy

On the path to greatness

Ya raps are basic

Think about it when you fillin' out that application

It ain’t (hard)