Bring that Slap Back

Bringin’ you back what you miss in hip hop Hard Truth Sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier Radio You are tuned to the voice of armed self defense, broadcasting in the year of fire! [Verse 1: Paris] Back with that program Fog city, no wack flows, no ham Bring it back to the prose of the black man Black hat, black strap, black fist in a black SS We crush all when we throw down Fuck a throne, nigga watch what we on now Bring it home so the whole world know how With no singin', no bling just the real when we do our thing See I come from the land where the panthers mob (One) glance and you know from the stance what's up (We) advance programs that'll stand us up And finance grants so the fans come up Any fool with a view too could see what's happenin' When hard truth bring the whole movement back in Where youth get the truth that the schools is lackin' And rhymes from the front line to see what's crackin', goin' [Hook] Psycho, alpha, disco, let's go Take this thing back, straight from Frisco Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Psycho, alpha, disco, let's go Take this thing back, straight from Frisco Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back [Verse 2: Paris] Hot damn hoe, here it go again Back up on the set to let this niggas know what is Back up on the set to keep it honest for the kids Back to show the way to stay alive and out the prison Fuck what you claim, this is game for real (yup) We just, need to rise and build And bring back pride that we used to have It's Hard Truth comin’ from the Sons of Malcolm It's time to meet the guer-rillas The soldiers, the leaders and the pro hittas (pro hittas) And motherfuckas gonna feel us This time or gonna be some blood spillin' That's how it is, how it was, how it do, how it does How we do, payin' dues, never lose, never run Steady gunnin' fuck a pig, nigga do your thang And let 'em know it's on again...all power to the people [Hook] Psycho, alpha, disco, let's go Take this thing back, straight from Frisco Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Psycho, alpha, disco, let's go Take this thing back, straight from Frisco Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back Bring that slap back [Verse 3: Paris] Steady spittin', get the picture comin' through in the clutch Gettin' witcha heavy hittin' nigga givin' it up (givin' it up) Puttin' hands on these off brands, undefeated Hard to beat, nigga, balls deep, please believe it A beast when I bring the noise Ain't nothin but a choice, and we choose to voice How we steady makin' men from boys Make em understand what the government's plan is for us Show em how to thrive and survive the streets To compete, how to eat, from these real OGs When to walk away and when to reach And show 'em how to mean what they say and to say what they mean Little locs soak the game up, claim they life They awoke from the shame and the pain and lies Ain't no jokes, we control the way we defined Let's see who wanna test it, try...motherfucka we united