Pharoahe Monch - Clap Lyrics
Pharoahe Monch Lyrics
Clap Lyrics
Clap! clap on, clap off, clap atom and I do not need applause
Rap nicer than Santa with no claws
Trapped twice bananas with no chorus
Yeah, it's suicide, murder
In the hood like catalitic convertors on the block like lego on the streets like street like
3 little pigs is what I be on these beats like
In other words the police, say it, say it like pop the police, f*ck them
And that's straight from the underground ,where little kids got it bad cause we're brown
Now who am I ? south suicide Queens where I get down
I peep surveillance in the streets every summer
You may not play lotto but you know these numbers
The 105 the 113, my people in Queens going 13 if we get the urge to get on some ?
My brain's a glock clip, My lane's be on some 800 cops shot sh**
Say when we gonna, say when we gonna get it together? yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah
We went from niggas to porch monkeys ,to negros, to black, back to niggas again
yet the nigga's is still hungry
Abolish the "N" word, the plan so corny
While homelands security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics
and it dawned told me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning
They educate the mass to follow is so boring
I sat in the back of the class and sleep snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate
Cause I lost my focus like Governor Pattison
In the ghetto, where is impossible to escape and the first obstacle was the tapeworm in my abdomen
Spit chuck of f*** that, I toss javelins and 5 thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison
This isn't american post mortem, to focus on your bogus, know it's all scroll on me, clap
Say when we gonna, say when we we gonna get it together? yeah yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day, I say the people gonna clap, they are
Clap your hands, clap your hands, people gonna clap
Oh yes they are, yes they are, yes they are
Say we will gonna get it together, yeah
No respect, and no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple Max mad banana clips.
The black hammer hits the back of a black talent
Slew a hollow tips hit the wall of your blue salad
And selective theactrics and selected dramatics
I'm systematically pissed , clap automatic for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm ? peace are fanatics for peace, but ain't got a pacifist
Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then infaticly clap
At in the obstacle, an impossible feat, the favime is not logical
but chronical the thoughts of the people cause one day we gonna clap.
Rap nicer than Santa with no claws
Trapped twice bananas with no chorus
Yeah, it's suicide, murder
In the hood like catalitic convertors on the block like lego on the streets like street like
3 little pigs is what I be on these beats like
In other words the police, say it, say it like pop the police, f*ck them
And that's straight from the underground ,where little kids got it bad cause we're brown
Now who am I ? south suicide Queens where I get down
I peep surveillance in the streets every summer
You may not play lotto but you know these numbers
The 105 the 113, my people in Queens going 13 if we get the urge to get on some ?
My brain's a glock clip, My lane's be on some 800 cops shot sh**
Say when we gonna, say when we gonna get it together? yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah
We went from niggas to porch monkeys ,to negros, to black, back to niggas again
yet the nigga's is still hungry
Abolish the "N" word, the plan so corny
While homelands security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics
and it dawned told me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning
They educate the mass to follow is so boring
I sat in the back of the class and sleep snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate
Cause I lost my focus like Governor Pattison
In the ghetto, where is impossible to escape and the first obstacle was the tapeworm in my abdomen
Spit chuck of f*** that, I toss javelins and 5 thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison
This isn't american post mortem, to focus on your bogus, know it's all scroll on me, clap
Say when we gonna, say when we we gonna get it together? yeah yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day, I say the people gonna clap, they are
Clap your hands, clap your hands, people gonna clap
Oh yes they are, yes they are, yes they are
Say we will gonna get it together, yeah
No respect, and no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple Max mad banana clips.
The black hammer hits the back of a black talent
Slew a hollow tips hit the wall of your blue salad
And selective theactrics and selected dramatics
I'm systematically pissed , clap automatic for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm ? peace are fanatics for peace, but ain't got a pacifist
Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then infaticly clap
At in the obstacle, an impossible feat, the favime is not logical
but chronical the thoughts of the people cause one day we gonna clap.
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