[00:04.41]CHORUS [PHONTE]:
[00:11.88]Open the door let me in
[00:14.07]Teach us all, preach us in,
[00:17.52]Turn the cheek, let it slide
[00:22.71]Give me five on the black hand slide[STYLES P]:
[00:34.86]Give me five on the black hand side
[00:37.32]Tell you what
[00:37.86]I see through the black man's eyes
[00:39.66]Look like *****t in a
[00:40.80]Cadillac a black man rise
[00:42.75]But every different day a different black man dies
[00:45.63]Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high
[00:48.48]Now he watching
[00:49.26]TV, loving the bad guy(You know) pit bull watching the welfare check
[00:53.01]You know he
[00:53.52]African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet
[00:56.70]Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
[00:59.91]You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract
[01:03.06]We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats
[01:05.55]Voted for
[01:05.97]Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
[01:08.13]Now I can tell you that
[01:11.04]I feltHell,
[01:11.64]I still remember how a cell smell
[01:14.04]Still remember how the pigs at
[01:16.71]Family crying up on the
[01:17.94]VI, I couldn't have that
[01:19.59]Open the door, and teach us all
[01:22.05]Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all
[01:25.44]Now give me five on the black hand side
[01:27.99]Ghost of Pharoahe
[01:28.74]Monch watch the black man rise
[01:30.60]CHORUS [PHONTE][PHAROAHE MONCH]:
[01:53.13]Pharaohs and
[01:53.55]Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain
[01:56.22]But never for a stripper with emotional pain
[01:59.04]You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain
[02:01.41]Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals fruits and grains
[02:04.71]My hood talking ***** keep it simple and plain
[02:07.17]To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like
[02:10.41]TetrisThis youngest killer gone blood for a necklace
[02:14.28]Leave slumped over the wheel of you're
[02:16.11]LexusSmoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast
[02:20.49]What the ***** you expect?
[02:21.63]A generation overly obsessed with mobsters
[02:24.57]I revolutionary swarm
[02:25.98]Grammys and
[02:27.54]OscarsImposters, fake oras and weak shakas
[02:30.15]Making a mockery of the music to be
[02:32.37]Pop starsAnd they say
[02:34.74]I'm a saint
[02:35.31]Cause I see the remains of the whips and the chains
[02:38.49]In my hood were it ain't all good,
[02:40.35]Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling
[02:42.93]Young child slain, give me five on the black hand slide
[02:45.93]Lets maintain like the soul train
[02:48.09]And keep it moving together,
[02:49.38]I'm saying
[04:23.88]CHORUS [PHONTE]

CHORUS :
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:
Give me five on the black hand side
Tell you what
I see through the black man's eyes
Look like *****t in a
Cadillac a black man rise
But every different day a different black man dies
Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high
Now he watching
TV, loving the bad guy(You know) pit bull watching the welfare check
You know he
African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't 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 feltHell,
I still remember how a cell smell
Still remember how the pigs at
Family crying up on the
VI, I couldn't have that
Open the door, and teach us 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 :
Pharaohs and
Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain
But never for a stripper with emotional pain
You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain
Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals fruits and grains
My hood talking ***** keep it simple and plain
To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like
TetrisThis youngest killer gone blood for a necklace
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're
LexusSmoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast
What the ***** you expect?
A generation overly obsessed with mobsters
I revolutionary swarm
Grammys and
OscarsImposters, fake oras and weak shakas
Making a mockery of the music to be
Pop starsAnd they say
I'm a saint
Cause I see the remains of the whips and the chains
In my hood were it ain't all good,
Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling
Young child slain, give me five on the black hand slide
Lets maintain like the soul train
And keep it moving together,
I'm saying
CHORUS