Pharoahe Monch — Black Hand Side

[Intro: Phonte, Pharoahe Monch, Styles P] The great Pharoahe Monch, yo Yes, sir, what up, P? The great Styles P, the ghost One, two [Chorus: Phonte] 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 [Verse 1: Styles P] 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) [Chorus: Phonte] 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 [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] 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 [Chorus: Phonte] 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 [Outro: Styles P & Phonte] 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)