Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Hand Side, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Album song W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.03.2011
Record label: W.A.R. Media
Song language: English
Black Hand Side |
| The great Pharoahe Monch, yo |
| Yes, sir, what up, P? |
| The great Styles P, the ghost |
| One, two |
| I say open the door and let me in |
| Teach us all, preach ya sins |
| Turn the cheek, let it slide |
| Give me five on the black hand side |
| The black hand side, oh |
| The black hand side, oh |
| The black hand side, oh |
| Give me five on the black hand side (Give me five, brother) |
| I’ll tell you what I see through the black man’s eyes (Look at me) |
| Fly chick, in the Cadillac, a black man ride (Ride) |
| But every different day, a different black man die (Damn) |
| Shorty momma tripping off of crack, mad high (You know) |
| Now he watching TV, loving the bad guy (You know) |
| Piss-poor with a Welfare check, he know he African (Pssss) |
| 'Cause he ain’t get help there yet (No help) |
| Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack |
| You don’t overstand if your vision ain’t abstract |
| (You don’t overstand) |
| Me and the projects, a lot of us is lab rats |
| Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn’t have that |
| (Don't have that, brother) |
| Now I can tell you that I felt hell (I felt it) |
| I still remember how a cell smell (I still remember the stench) |
| I still remember how the pigs act |
| Family crying up on the V.I., I couldn’t dig that |
| Open the door and teach us all |
| Pass a blunt around, hoping that it reach us all |
| Now give me five on the black hand side (Give me five, bro) |
| Ghost and Pharoahe Monch, watch the black man rise (Yep) |
| I say open the door and let me in |
| Teach us all, preach ya sins |
| Turn the cheek, let it slide |
| Give me five on the black hand side |
| The black hand side, oh (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| The black hand side (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| The black hand side, oh |
| Pharoahe’s a Navajo chief, the way I’m making it rain |
| But never for a stripper with emotional pain |
| You wouldn’t despite the system nourishment for the brain |
| 'Cause rain, sea plus soil equal fruits and grains |
| My hood told a nigga: keep it simple and plain |
| So let me explain the game |
| Break it down a couple levels like Tetris |
| These young’uns kill they own blood for a necklace (Gimme that) |
| Leave slumped over the wheel of your Lexus |
| Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast |
| What the fuck he expect? |
| A generation overly obsessed with mobsters |
| Our revolutionaries won Grammys and Oscars |
| Impostors, fake auras or weak chakras |
| Makin' a mockery of the music to be pop stars |
| And they say I’m insane |
| Because I see the remains of the whips and the chains |
| In my hood where it ain’t all good |
| Peep the pain of a single mother, she struggling |
| Young child slain, give me five on the black hand side |
| Let’s maintain like it’s Soul Train |
| And keep it movin' together, I’m saying |
| I say open the door and let me in |
| Teach us all, preach ya sins |
| Turn the cheek, let it slide |
| Give me five on the black hand side |
| The black hand side, oh (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| The black hand side (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| The black hand side, oh |
| Yeah, (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| Styles P (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| Uh-huh, Pharoahe Monch (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |
| Yeah, uh-huh (Give me five, bruh, give me five) |