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    De La Soul

    Verbal Clap

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    "You out there? Louder!
    Well clap your hands to what hes doing
    On tempo Jack"
    [Posdonus]
    NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
    We creators of them East coast stars
    If you ask me Ill tell you theres no comp
    But Im still humble, even though I will crumble halls
    Some call em songs, I call em words from me
    that take long to cook
    So some feel free in sayin that we dont hunger for beats
    Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
    Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
    All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
    And stop frownin like you hostile
    You know that its a booger rubbin up against your nostril
    Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
    Its Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin what you lack holmes
    [Dave]
    Aiyyo prepare yoself for the Neutron, bitch!
    This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
    We present these flares to put fire to your ears
    to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
    We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
    Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids
    Get claps when curtains close, stage left
    Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
    SAT book smart, part ese
    Locin like Tone, street niggaz get grown
    Acquire more couth before you get poofed
    Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
    Excuse, my delivery, but when peace dont work
    see this piece gon work, cock aim and SHOOT!
    Its my constitutional right to bear arms
    Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
    Woodstock and white folks involved
    Black man get on yo job!
    "Well clap your hands to what hes doing
    On tempo Jack"
    [Chorus x2: De La Soul]
    Lets go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
    (put, all, the things aside)
    Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
    (put, all, the things aside)
    [Posdonus]
    The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
    On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin
    Im hated on by niggaz I love most
    So what threat could you possibly pose when Im on your coast?
    So raise your guns or your glasses
    Either way therell be a toast in the air
    Markin the return of bare minimums you need to learn
    Get your verbs right when you down to clap
    [Dave]
    See that gun powder calibre rapll tip hats like gentlemen do
    Smash tenements and skyscrapers
    Bow-tie papers stacked high
    Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped
    Front row, backstage or the cheap seats
    I +Dodge+ richochets like +Ram+ trucks, you slow poke to pull it
    And I sup-pose you wanna top the Billboard chart
    Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like Pop-Tarts
    [Chorus]
    "Well clap your hands to what hes doing"
    [ Verbal Clap Lyrics ]
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