Black Hand Side Lyrics

Great Pharoahe Monch yo

Yessir, what up P

Great styles be the ghost

CHORUS [PHONTE]

Open the door let me in

Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide

Give me five on the black hand slide

VERSE 1 [STYLES P]

Give me five on the black hand side

Tell you what I see through the black mans eyes

Look like shit in a cadillac a black man rise

But every different day a different black man dies

Shorty momma trippin' off a crack mans high

Now he watchin tv lovin tha bad guy

You know, pit bull watchin the welfair check

You know he african, cause he aint gettin healthier yet

Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack

You don't know if it's there if your vision aint abstract

We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats

Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that

Now I can tell you that I felt it

I still remember how a cell smell

Still remember how the pigs at

Family crying up on the? I couldn't have that

Open the door, and teach u all

Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all

Now give me five on the black hand side

Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise

CHORUS [PHONTE]

Open the door let me in

Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide

Give me five on the black hand slide

[PHAROAHE MONCH]

Pharaohs and navajo chiefs, the way you makin' it rain /

But? for a stripper with emotional pain/

You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain/

Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals food for the brain/

My hood talkin nigga keep it simple n plain/

To let me explain the game break it down n cutting the levels like tetris/

He shining his skill, a young blood for a necklace/

Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus/

Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast/

What tha f..ck ya expect, a generation overly obsessed with mobsters/

I revolutionary swarm grammys and oscars, imposters/

Fake oras and weak shakas/

Makin a mockery of the music that B.I.G. Pop stars/

And they say I'm a saint/

Cause I see the remains of the whips-n-chains/

In my hood were it aint all good, /

Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling/

Young child slang, give me five on the black hand slide/

Lets maintain like the soul train/

And keep it moving together, I'm sayin/

CHORUS [PHONTE]

Open the door let me in

Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide

Give me five on the black hand slide

The black hand slide