The Hidden Hand Lyrics by Fat Joe

The Hidden Hand Lyrics

    [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
    Terror Squad

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