Clap Your Hands Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Clap Your Hands Lyrics

    Chorus(scratching):
    Clap your hands now

    Phife:
    Brothas know the flavs when the quest gets loose
    Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler zeus
    Crazier than tupac in that flick called juice
    Cock is longer than the hat worn by dr. seuss
    Love a girl in daisy dukes like them kids called deuce
    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 sucka mc
    Favorite rap group in the world is epmd
    Can't forget the de la, the two 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 up to potsie, brooklyn to dodger
    Laverne to shirley, rerun to roger
    Ren to the stimpy, laurel to hardy
    Q-tip and phifer, they mashed up the party
    Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
    Kick the beats and more beats
    We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
    For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
    But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

    Chorus:

    Q-tip:
    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 low, the nikes, the links, the jeeps
    The women, the lingo and all the other goods
    Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
    Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke
    Brothas know my angle, it's the star-spangled black banner
    Hook up the beats at the funk manner
    If want a roll, then dough i be rakin
    The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin
    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 swingin, but alot of them be missin
    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 alot of rhythm and style and finesse
    Come here love, hot sex on a plat
    And when your done with that then clap

    Chorus(until end)

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