The Hand that Leads You

[Intro] Either we do this thing right or ain't gonna do it at all [Verse 1] Why I came—to fire flames, lyrics require brains Y'all admire lames and liars that need to retire, mane Perce is phat, when I burst your raps, underground and commercial cats Know where my turf is at—BX Get killed steppin, rollin' up on me, flower must not be knowin' I'm blowin' minds Got me holdin' concealed weapons Fuckin' live, brothers bust, leave mothers crushed and lovers blushed Try to smother us, while others just shuck and jive Get cash to spit, without askin' Chicks be passionately flashin' tits to this fashion slick brother smashin' hits Every ho in the place be knowin' the face Blow at an uncontrollable place When the show put my dough in the case Vicinity trifeless, make thugs with identity crisis Enter de ciphers and many men'll be lifeless Nothin' you roast ill, better hope real cats don't recognize You're no-frills, talkin' money and dope deals and broke still [Chorus] [?] [Verse 2] Like a thug in the street, muggers discreetly huggin' the freaks Be lovin' the meat, the lyrical cat with the ruggeder beats Tracks are raw, still cats ignore the fact I'm more Better than the ones you askin' for on racks in stores Give fat checks, this rap vet's verbal gats let off Rounds then clap sets, leavin' tracks wet MCs are rote, he's the most famous Eastern coast Spittin' like I'm squeezin' toast and don't leave the post This here's proper, don't dare knock my hustle, man If you just a damn sharecropper and near copper The best of stars can't mess with bars like the rest of y'all They get left in tar like woolly mammoth brains in [?] jar Rhymes are dope, better cop now, my hip hop sound Could get me locked down like I got found with lines of coke Don't spend hours to send power-ful lines to bring the place down and have your men shower the skies like twin towers