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