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• Artiste: Earth Caller
• Titre: Sucka
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Oh, shit Look what we got started Got your whole city jumping It's EC, you know who it is The triple six, making kids Throw their middle fingers up at the pigs That's real hardcore And still they say that I'm not real hardcore Well while you was at school I had to work at my stocks And while you was doing homework motherfucker I was selling rock So who's real? Huh So could you tell me who's Real? So if it's war, then let's just call it that I was born for that You talking shit behind my back and I'm just talking facts You say that hardcore's dead Should be glad motherfucker I just brought it back So if it's war, then let's just call it that I was born for that You talking shit behind my back and I'm just talking facts Hardcore ain't dead I sold my soul motherfucker, then I stole it back I was 17, owned the block with an ounce You were stopping kids with drugs from selling out You say they're weak (they're weak) Not strong like you But is that really what the strong do? What you gone through? Ha, now, hypocrite You say you fuck around you're full of shit Keep on hating on me if you think that it hurts But in the end you didn't stick to your word So what the fuck's it worth? Nothing Disgrace, erase, embrace Your fucking grave Oh Disgrace, erase, embrace Your fucking grave So if it's war, then let's just call it that I was born for that You talking shit behind my back and I'm just talking facts You say that hardcore's dead Should be glad motherfucker I just brought it back So if it's war, then let's just call it that I was born for that You talking shit behind my back and I'm just talking facts Hardcore ain't dead I sold my soul motherfucker, then I stole it back I was 17, owned the block with an ounce You were stopping kids with drugs from selling out You say they're weak (they're weak) Not strong like you But is that really what the strong do? What you gone through? Ha, now, hypocrite You say you fuck around you're full of shit So keep on hating on me if you think that it hurts But in the end you didn't stick to your word So what the fuck's it worth? Nothing Bitch Disgrace, erase, face, the shame Embrace, your fucking, grave