| Song | The Hidden Hand |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Don Cartagena |
| 作词 : Blagmon, Cartagena, Delgado ... | |
| Yea, 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 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 a 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 | |
| [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 wit 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 | |
| [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 riker's not knowin my existance was priceless | |
| It'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 label | |
| 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, you judge it, fuck it seis, i don't want it | |
| [triple seis] | |
| I'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 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 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 sucks | |
| [armaggedon] | |
| This 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 performance | |
| He 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 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, he became a braindead cocaine head | |
| Older mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ?bagualitos? | |
| But hey little kids, don't follow these dopes | |
| [prospect] | |
| What? uh-huh, yea 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 past | |
| Get 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 takes | |
| In 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 stop | |
| I'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 me | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Blagmon, Cartagena, Delgado ... | |
| Yea, 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 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 a 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 | |
| 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 wit 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 | |
| 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 riker' s not knowin my existance was priceless | |
| It' 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 label | |
| 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, you judge it, fuck it seis, i don' t want it | |
| triple seis | |
| I' 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 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 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 sucks | |
| armaggedon | |
| This 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 performance | |
| He 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 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, he became a braindead cocaine head | |
| Older mexicans knew, they killed him eatin ? bagualitos? | |
| But hey little kids, don' t follow these dopes | |
| prospect | |
| What? uhhuh, yea 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 past | |
| Get 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 takes | |
| In 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 stop | |
| I' 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 me | |
| 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 |