Текст песни Put Your Hands Together

Clap your hands, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands

This is for thousands of people who came
A show from road to road you're entertained
I don't even have to say my name
'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame

Masses of posses packed up schemin'
Ladies lovely and keep on screamin'
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be long then it's on with the show

I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the Benzito
Double O seven, incognito
Sneak in the back door, lookin' for the stage
When I get on you react in a rage

People from side to side and front to back
Won't dance, if the MC's whack
The crowd go psycho even if I don't move
Some like the groove 'cause I'm so smooth

Then somethin' happens, feet start tappin'
You can't hold back when Rakim's rappin'
The man you've been waitin' for, rougher than ever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands

I create 'em, take 'em, shake 'em, then make 'em clap to this
Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this
I made it faster, you tried to master
Syncopated styles, words flowin' after

Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one
Take it both ways, I'll be here when you're done
Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher
Soon as I stop, you had enough of

Followin' footsteps, you better turn back soon
Sucker MC's suck rhymes like vacuums
The style remains the same, the words is changed
Bitten, re-written, recited and re-arranged

Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore
Sing when I'm gone and it'll break your jaw
Wisdom flows so swift, I'm Asiatic
Is it a gift, or automatic?

Static, I don't cling
I got a tip of my own and I don't sing
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And why MC's and DJ's sample

'Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands
That's what hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection
Find a break from a dope selection

And go to the store, then buy one more
So my DJ can mix 'cause that's what his hands are for
Years later hip-hop got contracts
The chance to put actual facts on wax

A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team
The top's the destination, I'm the cream
And still I rise with somethin' pumpin' and somethin' clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap 'em, clap 'em
Clap your, clap your, clap your hands

Now who's the man with the master plan?
With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands
Rhyme written in graffiti, xeroxed on blueprints
Students influenced are now a nuisance

You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this
You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist
The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment
When I'm with this you can't toy with

The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser
The man so smooth and world so rough
Eric is throwin' and sewin' rippin' re-stitchin' the cuts

Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me
Seems the tragedy, Rakim had to be
Thinkin' of some def view of a video
Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city know

Whoever's frontin' they know, nothin' to say though
So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato
Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it
I know it's fearified, but don't fear it

And try to predict which rhyme you can kick
You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of goin' with the flow like you're supposed to go
And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands