Clap, clap on, clap off, clap at 'em and I do not mean applause Rap nicer than Santa.... *with no 'clause'.* Trapped twice *as* bananas with no chorus Yeah, it’s suicide murder In the hood like catalytic convertors on the block like lego on the streets like street lights 3 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’re brown Now who am I? P-Monch from *'Do or Die', nah* South suicide Queens where I get down
I peep surveillance in the streets every summer You may not play lotto but you know these number....
The 105th the 103rd, *my peoples in Queens the 113* if we get the urge to get on some Tall *'stock'* shit. My brain’s a glock clip, but lames be on some 1-800 cop shot shit.
Say we gonna, say we will gonna get it together, yeah One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah
We went from niggas to porch monkeys to negros to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas is still hungry
Abolish the N-word, the plan so corny
While homelands security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics *and it dawned on me that* cops can just run in your spot quick without warning
They educate the masses to follow is so boring I sat in the back of the *class. Asleep. Snoring.*
And they ask me why *I’m so vocal and adamant.* Cause I lost my focus like Governor Patterson.
In the ghetto, where its impossible to escape and the first obstacle was this tape worm in my abdomen. Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Spear chucker fuck that, I toss javelins and 5 thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison
*This is an american post mortem, to focus on your bogus: 'Novus Ordo Seclorem'.(1)*
Say we gonna, say we will gonna get it together, yeah One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah Clap your hands, clap your hands, people gonna clap Oh yes they are, yes they are, yes they are Say we will gonna get it together, yeah
[Hand Claps]
*No respect. No manners, it’s Mad Max with multiple mac, mad banana clips. A black hammer hits the back of a Black Talon. A slew of hollow tips through the wall of your 'blue silence'.
Add selective theatrics for selected dramatics. I’m systematically pissed. And clap automatics.
Mumia Abu Jamal? Maybe I’m Crispus Attucks.(2) P's a fanatic for peace, but you angered a pacifist.
The Gospel, I... spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and emphatically CLAP*
At any obstacle, an impossible feat to fathom is not logical, but chronical the thoughts of the people cause one day we gonna CLAP.