The Hidden Hand lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : The Hidden Hand



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 [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
f**k 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, f**k 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, f**k 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
f**k 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
Terror Squad