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The Lesson
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The Hidden Hand
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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)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 spotI hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock 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 WashingtonThe 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 richerShit 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 counterfeitNow 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 landSo 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 HispanicsMy 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 existence was pricelessIt'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 labelI'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 itI'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 runsThey 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 blueThe 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 sucksThis 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 performanceHe 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 enamelThat'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 brain dead cocaine head Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos But hey, little kids, don't follow these dopesWhat? Uh-huh, yeah, 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 pastGet 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 takesIn 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 stopI'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 meEverything 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
Это интересно:The Hidden Hand была стоунер-думовой дитятой солнцеликого Вино, созданная в 2002 году и уже, к сожалению, прекратившей существование. Кроме собственно Вино в группе также были басист Брюс Фалкинбург и драммер Мэтт Мольнис. Но Мэтт появился не сразу - до него в The Hidden Hand пытались барабанить Дейв Хеннеси и Эван Таннер, но по ряду причин были вынуждены покинуть группу. Почти все материалы на совести... продолжение
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