The Hidden Hand
Album: Don Cartagena
Release Date: 7/14/98
Label: Big Beat Records (hip hop/dance)
Explicit version of "The Hidden Hand" lyrics
Yeah
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't
(True)
Terror Squad style
(Speak on it God)
Yo
Messin' around with the wrong crowd
Stressin' all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot
I hear mad shots
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
But now I understand and see the big picture
F*** cryin' about the struggle
S*** is a hassle in this rotten apple
Rockin' tattoos
Got the cops joggin' at you
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
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand
So the palest man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government
Drugs for us to hustle all the stuff for him
Even McGruff is in it
Takin' advantage
My heart is cold as ice
that no one liked
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless
It's like this
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd
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
I'm a Dominican
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come
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
F*** the police
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you
I never let the f***** pull the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my hearse
What's worse
So take caution in the streets cause our protection sucks
This dude
Forever talkin' trash
Gunshots to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions
He raised the pull of grace
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son
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
Older Mexicans knew
But hey
What? Uh-huh
They call me Prospect
Had this track on pause
It's lost on the Ave
Get this legal cash
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love
This world would be a better place
In a race to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe
I generate to the top
I'm mature now
And to the shorties on the block
Get your act together
And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life
Everything we speak is the truth
From Prospect to Munroe
The whole world run know
Terror Squad
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