Clap (One Day)

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]

You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigga

Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why?

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

Clap — clap on, clap off

Clap at them and I do not mean applause (Nah)

Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus

Track twice as bananas with no chorus

Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder

In the hood like catalytic converters

On the block like Lego, in the streets like street light

Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like

In other words, the police, say it; say it like Pac: "the po-lice"

Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground

Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown, uh

Now, who am I? P-Monch from Do or Die

Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down

I peep surveillance in the street every summer

You may not play lotto, but you know these numbers

The 105th, the 103rd

My peoples in Queens doing 13 if we get the urge

To get on some Todd Scott shit, my brain's a Glock clip

My lames be on some 1-800-COPSHOT shit

[Chorus: Showtyme]

Say we were gonna, say we were gonna get it together

Yeah, yeah, yeah

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day

I said the people gon' clap

Monch make 'em clap to this

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

We went from niggas to porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks

Back to niggas again, yet niggas is still hungry

"Abolish the N-word", the plan's so corny

While Homeland Security cams are all on me

They watch through the fiber optics; it dawned on me

That cops can just run in your spot quick without warning

They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring

I sat in the back of the class, asleep, snoring

And they ask me why I'm vocal and adamant

'Cause I lost my focus like Governor Patterson

And the ghetto is impossible to escape

And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen

Spear-chucker, fuck that, I toss javelins

And five-thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison

This is an American post-mortem

To focus on you bogus Novus Ordo Seclorum, clap

[Chorus: Showtyme]

Say we were gonna, say we were gonna get it together

Yeah, yeah, yeah

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day

I said the people gon' clap

Pharoahe Monch make 'em clap to this

[Post-Chorus: Pharoahe Monch (scratched)]

Now everybody watch me clap

[Outro: Pharoahe Monch]

No respect, no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple macs

Mad banana clips and a black hammer

That hits the back of a black talon

A slew of hollow tips through the wall of your blue silence

And selective theatrics, collective dramatics

I'm systematically pissed, clap automatics for Mumia Abu Jamal

Maybe I’m Crispus Attucks

P’s a fanatic for peace, but you angered a pacifist

The Gospel, I spit it like Jesus of Nazareth then emphatically clap

At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical

But chronicle the thought of the people

'Cause one day we gon' clap