Pharoahe Monch - Clap (One Day) Lyrics

[Intro. scratches. ad libs]

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.

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.


Footnotes:

1. Novus Ordo Seclorem = "New World Order"
2. Crispus Attucks was the first martyr killed by British Redcoats. His death 'officially' began the American Revolutionary War.


Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to STD for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to STD for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to RogerBliddack for correcting these lyrics
 

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2012-09-21 08:53:29 by anonymous
"They educate the masses to follow is so boring I sat in the back of the *class. Asleep. Snoring"