Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hand That Leads You, artist - Percee P. Album song Perseverance: The Madlib Remix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
The Hand That Leads You |
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! |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |