Clap Your Hands

[Chorus]

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Clap your hands now

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[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]

Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose

Slamming sucker duckers like the wrestler Zeus

Crazier than 2Pac in the flick called Juice

Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss

Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice

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. Squirrel

The worst thing in this world is a sucker MC

Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD

Can't forget the De La, due to 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, uh, Ralph Malph to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger

Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger

Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy

Q-Tip and Phife, they mash up the party

Kick the rhymes and more rhymes

Kick the beats and more beats

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

For those who wanna oppose, then take a stand

But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

[Chorus]

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

You just wanna dance, man, and clap your hands

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 Lo, the Nikes, the links, the Jeeps

The women, the lingo, and all the other goods

Peace to the hoods, keep my shit on play

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

Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner

I hook up the beats at the funk manor

If you want a roll, then the dough, I be raking

The scope is on the world 'cause it's mine for the taking

You know I'm gonna do it

My 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 swinging, but a lot of them be missing

So shut your bloodclot and listen

'Cause I'm bringin' you the ill rendition

I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S

Got a lot of rhythm and style and finesse

Come here, love, hot sex on a plat'

And when you're done with that, then clap

[Chorus]

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands

Clap your hands now

Clap your hands now

Clap your hands now

[Outro]

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