Octane , Illite, One Be Lo - Clap lyrics

Ya man asked if I'm quite off
My brain is sick as a Grand Dragon
In white cloth, I'll hang you niggas
Who realer than me? Or filled
Up with greed and skill, still ill
Can't heal the disease with
Aleve or Benadryl pills
Scorch the track, cause my style's been gutta
And snort crack on your album cover
Forth and back
Listen and learn, I'm spittin the germ
Fist where I piss and I sperm
Petitionin' firm, it's the return
Puff one just to elevate
Two to celebrate a celled mate

For sellin' weight, wait
Through book and scripture, the El is great
Even the crooked nigga'll tell ya straight
Them bums with ones that's drawin' the pistol
Pushin' lead out everywhere like
Drawin' in pencil
Legend is told, I'm better than gold treasure
When measures are flown
The rhetoric's cold as snowed weather
That's the sound of the track
When ya hear it go (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
To the sound of the track, in the back it go
(Clap, clap, clap, clap)