Artist: Pharoahe Monch f/ Phonte, Styles P
Album:  W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)
Song:   Black Hand Side
Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

[Intro - Styles P - talking] (Pharoahe Monch)
The great Pharoahe Monch y'all
(Yes sir, what up P?)
The great Styles P The Ghost, one, two

[Chorus 1 - Phonte] - w/ ad libs
I say open the door, 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-oh-oh
The black hand side, the black hand side, oh-oh-oh
The black hand side

[Verse 1 - Styles P]
Give me five on the black hand side (give me five bro)
I'll tell ya 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 mama trippin off of crack mad high (ya know)
Now he watchin TV, lovin the bad guy (ya know)
Piss poor with a Welfare check
He know he African, 'cause he ain't get help there yet (no help)
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don’t over stand if your vision ain’t abstract (you don't over stand)
We in the projects, a lot of us is lab rats
Voted for Obama, hopin he wouldn't have that (don't have that brother)
Now I can tell ya that I felt had (I felt it)
I still remember how a cell smell (I still remember the scent)
I still remember how the pigs act
Family cryin up on the V.I., I couldn't dig that
Open the door and teach us all (open the door and teach us all)
Pass the blunt around, hopin that it reach us all (come on, hey)
Now give me five on the black hand side (give me five brother)
Ghost and Pharoahe Monch, watch the black man rise, yeah

[Chorus 2 - Phonte]
I say open the door, 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, ooh
Give me five bro, give me five
The black hand side, the black hand side, ooh
Give me five bro, give me five
The black hand side

[Verse 2 - Pharoahe Monch]
Pharoahe's a Navajo chief, the way I'm makin it rain
But never for a stripper with emotional pain (uh uh)
Do it to spike the system, nourishment for the brain
'Cause rain, seed plus soil equals fruits and grains
My hood told me "nigga keep it simple and plain"
To let me explain the game break it down a couple of levels like Tetris
These young'ns kill they own blood for a necklace (give me that)
Leave slumped over the wheel of your Lexus (uh)
Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast
Like what the fuck he expect?
A generation overly obsessed with mobsters
Our revolutionaries swarm Grammy's and Oscars
Impostors, fake orators, weak shockers
Makin a mockery of the music to be pop stars
And they say I'm insane
'Cause 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 strugglin, young child slain
Give me five on the black hand side, let's maintain like the Soul Train
And keep it movin together, I'm sayin

[Chorus 2]

[Outro - Pharoahe Monch - talking] (Phonte)
Yeah, Phontigga
(Give me five bro, give me five)
Uh, Styles P
(Give me five bro, give me five)
Uh huh, Pharoahe Monch
(Give me five bro, give me five)
Yeah, uh huh
(Give me five bro, give me five)

(*Instrumental for 47 seconds*)

(Did you know that the government - federal, state and city
Appropriate money for prisons
based off the number of students that fail fourth grade exams?)