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[00:00.000]You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[00:01.881]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[00:04.353]I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[00:06.820]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[00:09.899](June Lover)Make a move, niggas
[00:10.800]I'm comin' through blastin', who's reactin'?
[00:13.174]I would like to know, where's the action?
[00:15.521]Can I get a piece? If so, point me out
[00:17.581]To your livest MC, without a doubt
[00:20.087]Hey, I gets down for mine, haven't you heard?
[00:22.355]Breakin' niggas off somethin' real proper, word
[00:24.881]You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV
[00:27.439]Representin' Stapleton's clique known as GP
[00:30.301]I'm bad news, rippin' clowns in twos
[00:32.389]Take a minute to adjust, pump the Reebok shoes
[00:34.797]And I'm Swayze, leavin' niggas misty and hazy
[00:37.485]Fuckin' like a mad Russian from here to Haiti
[00:40.075]Ladies, I keeps 'em locked down like Rikers
[00:42.697]Game uptight like a boricua in some bikers
[00:45.135]Shorts, I take none, that's word to my mother
[00:47.576]Reputations, really makes people wonder
[00:50.088]Can I take 'em, shake' em, one time
[00:52.371]But I won't lose composure, freeze when I froze ya
[00:55.159]Thirty-two below just-ice sacrifice
[00:57.548]To the Gods of rap, true indeed in fact
[00:59.859]You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane
[01:02.393]Thoughts of seven-and-a-half ounces of brain
[01:04.895]Wisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteous
[01:07.633]Who be building in the ciphers
[01:09.099]Clap your motherfuckin' hands
[01:10.200]You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[01:12.356]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[01:14.936]I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[01:17.633]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[01:19.692](Sadat X)I got the soul of James
[01:21.236]With the flames on the horn
[01:22.512]I'm at Carnegie Hall, with a fist full of dollars
[01:24.916]The happy man sings while the caged bird hollers
[01:27.433]From, lyrics to verbs, guerrilla tactics like the Serbs
[01:30.290]The kid wanna be at the bar with the big boys
[01:32.492]I'll serve that ass a glass, this should be a blast
[01:34.998]I rhyme real fast, but I can still reach the mass
[01:37.474]Oh, you got some hash with that lime green grass?
[01:40.047]Put it in the air, in war, everything is fair
[01:42.480]And violent off the hoarse, you don't file for divorce
[01:45.042]On the grounds that I left a pound around in your crown
[01:47.452]Now Rule rep, but also Boogie Down
[01:49.633]I be the man on the stage like the man on the wax
[01:52.443]The blue collar MC with the blue collar job
[01:54.969]Walk around on the streets with my blue collar mob
[01:57.547]Train wrecks couldn't cause more damage than a runaway X
[02:00.364]Two-one-five line is up in your behind
[02:02.180]I rock from one-oh-six, all the way to one-ten
[02:05.094]Black, Puerto Rican, and Dominican
[02:07.398]I came to rock for all my people and my Uptown fans
[02:09.832]C'mon
[02:10.251]You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[02:12.427]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[02:14.901]I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[02:17.383]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[02:19.695](Redman)Yo, I endeavor, clever
[02:21.129] Funk Doctor brings the storm weather
[02:22.858]You ready or not, it's time to set shop up
[02:25.253]Lock up your doors
[02:26.329]While my metaphors make your Glock pop up
[02:28.227]Chief unique Rocka, bitch knocka
[02:30.071]Fuckin' up the place with unseen extremes
[02:32.721]Disaster that Freddy couldn't possibly imagine
[02:35.169]Beatin' down beats like Beatnuts bruise crews
[02:37.687]Damage your conscience, totally fuckin' your sleep up
[02:40.245]I need that OJ Juice in my system
[02:42.595]That make us income, of the victims, freaky deaky
[02:45.510]Blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous Minds
[02:48.195]I'm the expert mic cord strangless
[02:50.291]Bang the head like a car wreck collision
[02:52.697]My reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittin'
[02:55.215]The submission, go through thirty packs of rubbers
[02:57.627]Frankie Cutlass, use the cutters, fuck ya
[03:00.295]Demolish, leave most MC's jobless
[03:02.743]Boxin', apple cobblers, at Roy Rogers
[03:05.227]I make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my Armageddon
[03:08.129]Plus make Martin, get to steppin'
[03:10.273]What'cha wanna do when I'm comin' for you
[03:12.487]Run through your fuckin' crew like the flu, check it
[03:15.348]You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[03:17.178]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[03:19.736]I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
[03:22.352]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
[03:24.722]I want you and you and you, clap your hands
[03:27.120]I want you and you and you to clap your hands
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