Artist: Pharoahe Monch f/ DJ Boogie Blind, Showtyme Album: W.A.R. (We Are Renegades) Song: Clap (One Day) Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com "You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigga..." - Pharoahe Monch (from "Behind Closed Doors") "Police, eat a dick straight up, you know why?" - JD (from "JD's Gafflin' (Part II)" [Pharoahe Monch] Clap, clap on, clap off Clap at 'em and I do not mean applause Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus Trapped 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 streetlight Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like In other words, the police, say it Say it like 'Pac, "the police", fuck 'em Uh, and that's straight from the underground where little kids got it bad cause we brown Uh, 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 1-0-5th, the 1-0-3rd My peoples in Queens doing thirteen 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 cops shot shit [Chorus: Showtyme] + (Pharoahe Monch) Say we were gonna Mmm, 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 (Pharoahe Monch make you clap to this) [Pharoahe Monch] 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 animate 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 tossed javelins and five-thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison This is an American post-mortem to focus on your bogus "novus ordo seclorum", now clap! [Chorus] *Scratches by DJ Boogie Blind* "Now everybody just clap" [Showtyme] Said the people gon' clap Come on! [Pharoahe Monch] No respect, no manners It's Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana clips A black hammer that hits 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 me and Abu Jamal, maybe I'm just beside this Peaceful fanatic for peace, but you anger the pacifist The Gospel, I spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then emphatically clap! - at any obstacle An impossible feat, the fathom is not logical But chronicle the thoughts of the people cause one day we gon' CLAP!