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Lyrics for The Hidden Hand by Fat Joe:
| | | Artist: | Fat Joe |
| | Album: | Don Cartagena | | Track: | The Hidden Hand | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 95 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Terror Squad]
[Fat Joe]
Yea time to educate the youth (Speak on it
God)
Cause if we won't then who will? (True)
Terror Squad style yo
(Speak on it God)
Yo I was a wild adolescent blessed with the foul
essence
Messin around with the wrong crowd I learned my lesson
Stressin all
the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot
I hear
mad shots homicide come and play Matlock
but never crack the case cause the
defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan
formed a Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Have me
goin hand to hand, killin my own clan
But now I understand and see the big picture
Fuck cryin about the struggle, I teach you how to get richer
[Cuban Link]
Shit is a
hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles
locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit
Now it's been
written that all men are equal, but then it's legal
when they beat us and treat us as if
we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf
and let off shots until my Glock melts
Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell
this land
so the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the
government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin
drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it, gettin a percentage
Takin advantage, punishin just blacks and
hispanics
[Big Punisher]
My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was
the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin a price
twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin my existance was priceless
IT'S LIKE THIS, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
fightin the nicest in the
crisis I slice em in half and make em dash
like hyphens, invitin any rapper to Clash With
the Titan
The writing's like fighting cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein
the crowd, keepin em Loud like my label
I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the
ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and
renderin tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic, cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it
[Triple Seis]
I'm a
Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns
Turnin they ride on the
side of the curb to see who runs
They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin
"probable cause" to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you
supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American
flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take caution
in the streets cause our protection sucks
[Armaggedon]
This dude, he had the darkest
pads
Who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin trash
How he
stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he
modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow
performance
He raised the pull of
grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the ?sere? plus a pack of the ?dunga dun? laced with
toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
by people
that act more like animals than mammals high off enamel
That's what his poppa said whose
locked for droppin Akmed
in the candy store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He
ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin
?bagualitos?
But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes
[Prospect]
What?
Uh-huh, yea I can dig that
They call me Prospect, I just came back from ?
Had this
track on pause, now I'm back on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin to take my life from the
past
Get this legal cash, ? without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to
negativity
Only if he had one love, trust for liberty
this world would be a better
place, get what it takes
in a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want
to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop
I'm mature now, with one knot, from tryin to
get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin to twist 40 tops
Get your act
together, do some carpentry with a Black n Decker
And stop speedin like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin everybody Twinz watch me
Everything we speak is the
truth
From Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know,
everything we speak is the truth
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