The Hidden Hand

To clash with the Titan, our writing's like fightin'

'Cause rappers be bitin' like Tyson

I'm hypin' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my label

I'm proud I'm able to live from the bowels of the ghetto

I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family

No more wars, I'm renderin' tears through insanity

So keep the salary, I tear the mic 'cause I love it

There's my life, you judge it, fuck it, 'Se, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Gilligan

Don't wanna get locked up in the bing again

But here they come, the faggots in clubs 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 a dutch in my jeep, you know my steez

Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws

Behind the badge, you try to cover up your race you are

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 -gunshot- pull the trig first

There 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

This dude, he had the darkest past

With dreads covered in the heart of brass, forever talkin' trash

How he stacked niggas, the almanac

Gunshots are callin' for police informants

Still like he model the latest fashion, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised to prove a brace, a razor blew his face

Forced commissary, plus a pack of the

Dun-dun-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 papa said, was locked for droppin' Achmed

In the candy store robbery, probably to get his veins fed

He ain't listen, he became a braindead cocaine head

All the Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin' bacalaitos

But hey, little kids, don't follow these dopes

Yeah, I can dig that, they call me Prospect

I just came back from New Paltz

Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course

Was lost on the ave, tryin' to take my life from the past

Get this legal cash, look what I done grabbed without dad

Kinda sad how we got dragged down to negativity

Only if we had one love, trust for liberty

This world'd be a better place, give what it takes

And erase the racism, replace the snake in 'em

Bad ones, who wanna spit lies and discriminate

I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe away from that

I generate to the top, like Puff, we won't stop

I'm mature now, and what not, ain't 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 & Decker

And stop speedin' like a Kawasaki

From my life to your life, I'm touchin' everybody, twins, watch me

Everything we speak is the truth

From Prospect to Monroe

In a hot second, the whole world gonna know

Everything we speak is the truth, Terror Squad

Yo, Joe Crack, what's up, man? What's the deal, dunn?

What's the deal, pup?

Aight, chillin', man. Yo, man, I'm hearin' about your album

I hear y'all gon' be heatin' the streets pretty soon, man

Shit is blazin', nigga. I'm talkin' 'bout we

Shittin' on muh'fuckers like a muh'fucker

Yo, no doubt. I got a question for you, though, man

What's up with that cat Armageddon, man

From that, from that track "Fire Water," man?

Yo, that nigga's hot, man. What's up, what's up with him?

Yo, no doubt, I'm sayin' he's mad nice, but you know

What I'm sayin'? The word Uptown is, we wanna know

When he's comin' 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, man. He comin'

Out, it's just everybody gotta wait they turn, man

True, but I'm sayin', but when is he

Comin' out? We need to know this, man

Nigga, as a matter of fact, that nigga's

About to shit on niggas right now