Hardcore...real ill niggas)
   (I'm internationally known)
   (When I be on the mic)
  
   (Hardcore...real ill niggas)
   (I'm internationally known, yo)
  
   (Hardcore...real ill niggas)
   (I'm internationally known)
   (When I be on the mic)
  
   (Hardcore...real ill niggas)
   (So all hail the honorable)
  
   It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
   Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
   My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters
   Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas
   When it's ugly, then the club is lovely
   Thugs be sipping Henessey and bubbly
   To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
   On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
   Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
   Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
   Get respect in the hood, credit is good
   Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood
   Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
   Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on
   Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
   (Hook)
  
   How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for sure
   Broads on the floor, wall to wall
   There's more at the door, players ball to score
   ''Cause this right here is for all of y'all< Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro
   You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo
   And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks
   And then they display tricks like The Matrix
   Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye
   So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
   Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic
   On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it
   Classic, this kid got his craft mastered
   Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
   Spin it back and forth and grab it, and know just where it is...
   There it is
  
   (Hook)
  
   To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
   I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks
   They be like "How that kid Ra reach the peak?"
   It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
   What part of the game this is and foreign languages
   They hold Ra's events in different continents
   Put my lyrical contents in monuments
   In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh
   Mind travel, design style like apparel
   My fashions last long as a lifetime
   Cause I can see the future when the god write rhymes
   They're mad cause I managed to reign so long
   Like their chance to make money done came and gone
   This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
   And the sisters that be keeping this right, when I be on the mic
  
   (Hook)