The Hidden Hand

[Intro: Fat Joe] 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) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 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 the 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 [Verse 2: 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 with 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 [Verse 3: 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 Rikers not knowin' my existence was priceless It's like this, my soul was lifeless I earned stripes fighting the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash like hyphens Invitin' any rapper to Clash with the Titan My writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like Tyson I'm hypin' the crowd, keepin' 'em Loud like my label I'm proud I'm able to live in the bowels of the ghetto I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family No more wars and rendering fear through 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 [Verse 4: Triple Seis] I'm a Dominican stranded in New York like Gilligan Don't wanna get locked up in the pen' again But here they come, the badges and cuffs, searchin' for guns Turnin' their 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 *** 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 [Verse 5: Armaggedon] This dude, he had the darkest pads who dressed up in the heart of brash Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggas to almanac Gunshots to corner four police informants Stood like he modeled the latest fashion, the sidewalk sideshow performance He raised to pull with grace, a razor blew his face Four is commissary plus a pack of da-dun-da-duns 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' Ahmed 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' bacalaitos But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes [Break: Prospect] What? Uh-huh, yeah I can dig that [Verse 6: Prospect] They call me Prospect, I just came back from New Paltz Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course It's lost on the Ave, tryna take my life from the past Get this legal cash, look what I done grabbed 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, give what it takes In a race to racism, replace the snake in 'em Bad ones, wanna spend lives and discriminate I'm tryna keep this positive vibe and from that I generate to the top, like Puff, we won't stop I'm mature now, with one knot, ain't tryna get locked And to the shorties on the block tryin' twist forty tops Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black+Decker And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki From my life to your life, I'm touchin' everybody, Twinz, watch me [Outro: Prospect] 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 [Skit] Yo, Joe Crack, what's up, man? What's the deal, dunn? What's the deal, pop? All right, chilling, man Yo man, I'm hearing about your album I hear y'all gonna be heating the street Shit is blazing, nigga I'm talking about, we shitting on motherfuckers Yo, no doubt, I got a question for you though, man What's up with that cat on Armageddon, man, from that, from that track Fire Water, man Yo, that nigga's hot, man, what's up? No doubt. I'm saying he's mad nice But you know what I'm saying? The word Uptown is we want to know when he's coming out What's the deal with him, man? You tell all them niggas Uptown to chill the motherfuck on out Man, that's my dog He's coming out, it's just everybody gotta wait there turn But is he coming out, we need to know, man Matter of fact he about to shoot on nggas right now