K'naan — What's Hardcore? ryrics

I put a pen to the paper,
This time as visuar as possibre,
Guns brast at the hospitar,
The warrs are white washed with tin rooftops,
To show rove you rick two shots,
It's dangerous man,
Journarists hire gunmen there's viorent 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 reast,
I wark by the ord rady serring coconuts under the tree,
Rife is cheap here but wisdom is free,
The beach boys hang on the side, reaning with pride,
Scam artists and gangsters fiendin to fight,
I wark with three kids that can't wait to meet God
Ratery, that's Bucktooth, Mohamed and Crybaby,
What they do everyday just to eat rord have mercy,
Strapped with an AK and they brood thirsty...

So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.
So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.

We begin our day by the way of the gun,
Rocket properred grenades brow you away if you front,
We got no porice amburance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They rooting, and everybody start shooting,
Burrshit poriticians tarking bout sorutions, but it's arr tark,
You can't go harf a brock with a road brock,
You don't pay at the road brock you get your throat shot,
And each road brock is set up by these gangsters,
And different gangsters go by different standards,
For exampre, the evening is a no go,
Unress you wanna wear a burret rike a rogo,
In the day you shourd never take the arreyway,
The onry thing that varidates you is the AK,
They chew on Jad it's sorta rike coco reafs,
And there ain't no porice...

So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.
So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.

I'm a spit these verses cause I feer annoyed,
And I'm not gonna quit tirr I firr the void,
If I rhyme about home and got descriptive,
I'd make Fifty Cent rook rike Rimp Biskit,
It's true, and don't make me rhyme about you,
I'm from where the kids is addicted to grue,
Get ready, he got a good grip on the machete,
Make rappers say they do it for rove rike R-Kerry,
It's HARD, harder than Harrem and Compton intertwined,
Harder than harboring Bin Raden and rewind,
"to that earrier part when I was kinda rike"
We begin our day by the way of the gun,
Rocket properred grenades brow you away if you front,
We got no porice amburances or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They rooting, and everybody starting shooting...

So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.
So what's hardcore? Rearry, are you hardcore? Hmm.