Hard (One 4 Phife) [feat. Mercury the Maroon]

I don't wanna hear nobody sleepy ass beats This is for my peeps rockin' hoodies, twenty deep Boom it in your lex coupes, beamers and your jeeps Strictly for the streets Boom bap, no bleeps That's so weak Background music Elevator vibes Track sounds stupid Yeah, I'm hatin' on the creation that makes you happy F*ck how you feel You could never out rap me Not on that beat Sounds like a lullaby Drums are dumb soft like wings on a butterfly Battle who? Please, you lookin' for another guy Underground rapper? Yeah, I know you are but what am I? Swift The man, the myth and the legend Split the opposition to splinters in sixty seconds The era that I'm reppin known for rappin' with aggression Peace to Fela Kuti He said music is a weapon Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Your song belongs in a anime Type of shit I play to clean the house on Saturday Get up off the stage, take the herb skit thataway Producers who don't make beats for rappers, all I have to say is Eat shit Choke on it and die Your instrumentals was tight but the performance was dry You pressed play, turned some knobs Suckers thought it was fly But I don't really recognize it like the Fourth of July Nah I'm not impressed, son I'm over the nonsense The music that you makin' lacks emotional content Watered down Hip Hop with low-pass filters Listen, you're never gonna be the new J Dilla Let that man rest Copy cat styles is pitiful Just keep it real, get your own and be original And while you're at it, make a beat with a spine I wanna feel some knock to it while I'm speaking my mind Make it hard Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit I'm the lovechild of Chuck D and Nikki Giovanni You a f*ck boy Just got a new toy and some molly Playing smiley face emoji music I make soldier music I make them niggas change they name to Ayatollah music You on a cruise ship, sailing with your boo thang I'm in that school of sharks, studying that Wu Tang You like hakuna matata I'm like bomaye Especially when that Swift beat hittin' like the kumite You reply to texts with the letter "k?" I'm like f*ck off my jack, nigga Have a nice day Hard for no reason Timbs on the beach, bitch This for niggas smokin' Backwoods with seeds in'em This for smokin' Backwoods with no trees in'em This for niggas shittin' government cheese Keep making beats with them water color tattoos You gon' get the beats Yeah we gon' get at you Hard Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard I like my beats hard like two day old shit Hard, hard, hard