I put a pen to the paper   This time as visual as possible   Guns blast at the hospital   The walls are white-washed with tin rooftops   To show love you lick two shots   It's dangerous, man   Journalists hire gunmen, there's violent women   Kids trust no one ‘cause fire burnt 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 boys hang on the side, leaning with pride   Scam artists and gangsters fiendin’ to fight   I walk with three kids that can't wait to meet God lately   That's Bucktooth, Mohamed, and Crybaby   What they do everyday just to eat, Lord have mercy   Strapped with an AK and they blood thirsty      So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm   So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm      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 fire fighters   We start riots by burning car tires   They looting, and everybody start shooting   Bullshit politicians talking ‘bout solutions, but it's all talk   You can't go half a block with a road block    You don't pay at the road block, you get your throat shot   And each road block 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 alleyway   The only thing that validates you is the AK   They chew on Jad, it's sorta like coco leafs   And there ain't no police...      So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm   So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm      I’ma spit these verses cause I feel annoyed   And I'm not gonna quit ‘till I fill the void   If I rhymed about home and got descriptive   I'd make 50 Cent look like limp biskit   It's true, and don't make me rhyme about you   I'm 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   It's hard   Harder than Harlem and Compton intertwined   Harder than harboring Bin Laden and 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, ambulances, or fire fighters   We start riots by burning car tires   They looting, and everybody start shooting...”      So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm   So what's hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm      Are you hardcore? Hmm   Are you hardcore, really?   Are you hardcore? Hmm   Are you hardcore, really?