Letras:
Cross The Hand Of Fools

who plays the hand of fools With who's God given right It's out of control It's out of control And who plays the hand of fools In a war torn and savage

a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun

positive, plus I'm cool, yeah I'm a thug and yeah I'm a fool I love the game and I love the rules If you cross the line I'm a flash these tools And nigga

to lend a helping hand Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan Number one nigga in the chain of command Breakin fool

: Heart in hand passed clasp of pain In dark lowland that set bad blood in veins Burning, like penal fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline

they're going forward and never turning back, they follow my direction and never break the line, await my land, we're coming. We crossed the oblivion gates for you, we cross

love Yes it's too late too late, too late Too late for love London boys are staring as the girls go hand in hand With a pocket full of innocence,

root in the family tree Watch where you walk Don't you dare cross the crooked step Watch the way you talk Don't cross the crooked step On and on

: Chorus You can?t rap my friend you?re white and you?re from Fulham Please put down the mic there?s no way you can fool them Don?t be stupid you