Clap Your Hands

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Clap your hands now, clap your hands nowBrothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose

Slammin' sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus

Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice

Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss

Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce

Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke

Control the mic like Denzel on the girls

Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. SquirrelThe worst thing in the world is a sucka MC

Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD

Can't forget the De La, the two originality

And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me

Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy

Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies

Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger

Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger, Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy

Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the partyKick the rhymes and more rhymes, kick the beats and more beats

We'll have you scratchin in your head, like Shaheed on Technics

For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand

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If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance

Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes

That'll suit you, so listen

The Abstract intuition is very very worthy

I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey

Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep

The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeepsThe women, the lingo and all the other goods

Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play

Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke

Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled

Black banner, hook up the beats at the funk manner

If want a roll, then dough I be rakin

The scope is on the world, 'cuz it's mine for the takin'

You know I'm gonna do itMy shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid

Chemists get confused of my ill composition

This is the third of the new Tribe addition

MCs be swingin', but alot of them be missin'

So shut your bloodclot and listen 'cuz I'm bringin' you the ill rendition

I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S, gotta alot of rhythm

And style and finesse, come here love, hot sex on a plat

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Clap your hands now, clap your hands now{Keep bouncing}