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Clap your hands now Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than 2Pac in the flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke Control the mic like Denzel on the girls Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel The worst thing in the world is a sucker MC Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD Can't forget the De La, due to originality And if I ever went solo my favorite MC would be me Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph Malph to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip and Phife, they mashed up the party Kick the rhymes and more rhymes Kick the beats and more beats We'll have you scratching in your head like Shaheed on Technics For those who wanna oppose then take a stand But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands Letras de cancionesClap your hands now You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand the underground, it gets deep The Lo, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo, and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manor If you want a roll, then the dough I be raking The scope is on the world cos it's mine for the taking You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swinging, but a lot of them be missing So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S Gotta a lot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when your done with that then clap Clap your hands now Clap your hands now Keep bouncing From Letras Mania