[AUDIO] CunninLynguists - “Hard As They Come (Act I)” feat. Freddie Gibbs [Produced by Kno]





Photo Credit: Landon Antonetti, Fidel HasFlow & Fontaine.

After Strange Journey Volume Two’s “Imperial” and Str8 Killa’s “The Coldest”, CL and Gangsta Gibbs connect again for a third Kno-produced banger. Listen to the second official leak from Oneirology as Natti, Freddie Gibbs and Kno ask “Who am I?”

LYRICS:

[Natti]

I’m a monster that don’t reside up under your bed

I’ma march to the beat that I put into your head

Send shots to your liver I deliver you death

You can barter your tomorrow but a martyr you’re left

Get you hot under the collar when my name’s on your breath

Click the starter on your Impala I’ll be there when you wreck

Fuckin’ with me you better keep your feelings in check

Be the life of the party or a lifeless body

Get with me thinkin’ you hard, you’ll be hardly standin’

I’m the hardest of them all, you’re the hardest landin’

Face first in the asphalt, your ass talked

Too wreckless, now you helpless from the rounds you caught

I’ll teach your ass a lesson, outlined in chalk

Have you hostage in the hospice, high and trying to walk

I am bravery in a bottle, I am courage in a glass

I got the government’s approval, prohibition couldn’t last

I go hard.

[Freddie Gibbs]

C’mon lets ride out

The whole family over for Christmas dinner

Let’s go through the purses and sell the gifts from your moms house

They know you out here doing dirt for cash

Plus you the one unemployed, a couple dollars ain’t gon hurt they ass

I’m the only friend you got

You tried to sell me but you took a hit and eventually you just couldn’t stop

A couple of sniffs would get you lit but couldn’t get you to the top

Oh what an event when you got hip to cookin’ me into them rocks

I had you locked, you know it costs to come and see me

So fuck yo groceries, fuck yo bills, go on and pawn that TV

And fuck yo life, just catch this beam and take it straight to the dome

And fuck yo kids, the state’ll seperate em’ and place em’ in homes

It’s gon be cool, I know I got you crazy subdued

Ever since the 80’s played your whole community for a fool

And the ones that sold me smoke each other over new tennis shoes

They field niggas, I’m the definition of death, the real killa

[Kno]

I’m with the fiends on the block playin shoot em’ up

When I erupt makes it hard to know who to trust

People scared to test me since the 80’s

Anybody can get it, man woman or baby

Shots do not discriminate, impossible to eliminate

I disseminate, you disentigrate

I can come off as a prick, you might get stuck with

I’ll prolly steal your girl if you try and fuck with me

Cus next to me you’re looking quite frail

& if you snitch you’ll be counting your days in white cells

Just needlessly in CB4

Ask the CDC no CD4’s

Cus the truth is I’m on America’s dick

Uncle Sam fucks the poor and it’s making em’ sick

Now their life’s in a Tube, a downward spiral

Give a new meaning to going viral

I’m hard as they come

Enjoy!