Verbal Clap Lyrics

by De La Soul

You out there? Louder
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo jack

NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East Coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you there's no comp
But I'm 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 don't 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 it's a booger rubbin' up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, wonder why, givin' what you lack Holmes

Aiyyo prepare yo'self 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, S A T book smart, part ese

Loc' in 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 don't work
See this piece gon' work, cock aim and shoot
It's the 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 he's doing
On tempo jack

Let's 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)
Let's 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)

The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin'
I'm hated on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll 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

See that gun powder caliber rap'll 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 ricochets like ram trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I suppose you wanna top the billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like pop-tarts

Let's 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)
Let's 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)

Well clap your hands to what he's doing