fat joe
the hidden hand
Yeah  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   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   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 existence 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   I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan  Don't want to 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   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   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