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[Intro] Clap your hands It just ain't real without Roots crew in it And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it (and to whoever who front) You know what you can get [Verse 1] Y'all phobic off of this like we was arachnids Drastic, it ain't plastic it's pro-blackness Type of cat to pull a arsenal out the mattress Blasts on em sipping cognac out the cactus Beating backwards tell them killer pediatrics It's Willy Gank hillbilly bank, we miraculous move I'm in it to win it yo, I can't just lose The women so anxious to choose My soul so live from the crown to the shoes I keep it South Philly with the downtown groove I cool out spitting some joints that sound smooth I even throwing tomahawks and laying down crews My think tight son I crack necks like Bruce I don't shoot hoops I shoot dumb dudes I might got a hoop imma make you jump through Just recognize truth so when we come through [Hook] Clap your hands Come on, clap your hands Come on, clap to the music It just ain't real without Roots crew in it And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it (and to whoever in front) You know what you can get, uh! [Verse 2] Yo, hey yo country's at war Little kids cry, rape, god damn it The ghetto is the planet of the apes Massive meltdown send in the red tape With the cinder block shoes at the bottom of the lake I'm from the city of sin the state of the art Use a notebook and a pen for making the mark A rap Clubber Lang hit em with the gutter slang I know you're insane, we another thang The track bang We put it to y'all chumps you so corny My name, Black Thought the one person army All the intellectuals and the thugs adore me My lyrical range, from complex to strange Wrecking your brain when the rhyme texture change Hip hop fiends tapping they arm and catch a vein Emcees scared to death, wishing I never came [Hook] Clap your hands Come on, clap your hands Come on, clap everybody Come on, clap to the music It just ain't real without Roots crew in it And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it (and to whoever who front) You know what you can get, uh! [Verse 3] Everybody on they jawn Cartoons and soft porn It ain't no after school paper routes mowing lawns Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron Coming into school shooting up the auditorium It's Psycho Killers week on Court TV The least of y'all worries should be Thought's CD The Chairman of the Board copping snorts weekly They done caught the minister with a pork BLT My shit ain't hot Yo they probably drop me, psych! Something I can never let myself see, can't see I'm thoroughbred nothing fancy Remain calm no matter what the circumstance be It's the principle pillowcase full of nickels That will smack, like a man kick you Leave em crippled Keep talking breezy imma big lip you Yo homeboy ya get slid with you [Hook] Clap your hands Come on, clap your hands Come on, clap everybody Come on, clap to the music It just ain't real without Roots crew in it And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it (and to whoever who front) You know what you can get, uh! [Outro (x5)] Every time I turn around They tryna take my breath away On some shit like that...