Pharoahe Monch, Shotyme, DJ Boogie Blind - Clap (One Day) lyrics
[Pharoahe Monch, Shotyme, DJ Boogie Blind - Clap One Day lyrics]
You should never in your wildest
Dreams shit on a nigga
Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why?
Clap clap on, clap off
Clap at them and I do not mean applause (Nah)
Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus
Track twice as bananas with no chorus
Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder
In the hood like catalytic converters
On the block like Lego
In the streets like street light
Three 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 brown
Now, who am I? P-Monch from Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down
I peep surveillance in the
Street every summer you may not play lotto
But you know these numbers
The 105th, the 103rd
My peoples in Queens doing 13
If we get the urge
To get on some Todd Scott shit
My brain's a Glock clip
My lames be on some 1-800-COPSHOT shit
Say we were gonna
Say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
We went from niggas to
Porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks
Back to niggas again
Yet niggas is still hungry
"Abolish the N-word", the plan's so corny
While Homeland Security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics
It dawned on me that cops can just run in
Your spot quick without warning
They educate the masses to follow
It's so boring
I sat in the back of the class, asleep
Snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and adamant
'Cause, I lost my focus
Like Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is impossible to escape
And the first obstacle is this
Tapeworm in my abdomen
Spear-chucker, fuck that, I toss javelins
And five-thousand dollar bills in the
Face of James Madison
This is an American post-mortem
To focus on you bogus Novus Ordo Seclorum
Clap
Say we were gonna
Say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
Now everybody watch me clap
No respect, no manners
It's Mad Max with multiple macs
Mad banana clips and a black hammer
That hit's the back of a black talon
A slew of hollow tips through the
Wall of your blue silence
And selective theatrics, collective dramatics
I'm systematically pissed
Clap automatics for Mumia Abu Jamal
Maybe I’m Crispus Attucks
P’s a fanatic for peace
But you angered a pacifist the Gospel
I spit it like Jesus of
Nazareth then emphatically clap
At any obstacle, an impossible feat
The fathom is not logical
But chronicle the thought of the people
'Cause one day we gon' clap
Dreams shit on a nigga
Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why?
Clap clap on, clap off
Clap at them and I do not mean applause (Nah)
Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus
Track twice as bananas with no chorus
Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder
In the hood like catalytic converters
On the block like Lego
In the streets like street light
Three 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 brown
Now, who am I? P-Monch from Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down
I peep surveillance in the
Street every summer you may not play lotto
But you know these numbers
The 105th, the 103rd
My peoples in Queens doing 13
If we get the urge
To get on some Todd Scott shit
My brain's a Glock clip
My lames be on some 1-800-COPSHOT shit
Say we were gonna
Say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
We went from niggas to
Porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks
Back to niggas again
Yet niggas is still hungry
"Abolish the N-word", the plan's so corny
While Homeland Security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics
It dawned on me that cops can just run in
Your spot quick without warning
They educate the masses to follow
It's so boring
I sat in the back of the class, asleep
Snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and adamant
'Cause, I lost my focus
Like Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is impossible to escape
And the first obstacle is this
Tapeworm in my abdomen
Spear-chucker, fuck that, I toss javelins
And five-thousand dollar bills in the
Face of James Madison
This is an American post-mortem
To focus on you bogus Novus Ordo Seclorum
Clap
Say we were gonna
Say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
Now everybody watch me clap
No respect, no manners
It's Mad Max with multiple macs
Mad banana clips and a black hammer
That hit's the back of a black talon
A slew of hollow tips through the
Wall of your blue silence
And selective theatrics, collective dramatics
I'm systematically pissed
Clap automatics for Mumia Abu Jamal
Maybe I’m Crispus Attucks
P’s a fanatic for peace
But you angered a pacifist the Gospel
I spit it like Jesus of
Nazareth then emphatically clap
At any obstacle, an impossible feat
The fathom is not logical
But chronicle the thought of the people
'Cause one day we gon' clap