Clap (One Day) - Pharoahe Monch, Dj Boogie Blind, Showtyme

You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigga

Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why?

Clap!

Clap on, clap off

Clap at them and I do not mean applause

Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus

Track 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 street light

Three 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 brown

Now who am I?

P-Monch, from Do or Die, 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 105th, the 103rd

My peoples in Queens doing 13 if we get the urge to get on some Todd Scott shit

My brains a Glock clip

My lames be on some 1−800-COPSHOT shit

Say we were gonna, 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!

Watch me clap to this!

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 class, asleep, snoring

And they ask me why I’m vocal and adamant

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 toss javelins and $ 5,000 bills in the face of James

Madison

This is an American post mortem, to focus on you bogus, Novus Ordo Seclorum,

clap!

Say we were gonna, 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!

Watch me clap to this!

Now everybody watch me clap!

clap!

Now everybody just-

No respect, no manners, it’s Mad Max with multiple macs

Mad banana clips, and 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 automatic for Mumia Abu Jamal

Maybe I’m Crispus Attucks, P’s a fanatic for peace, but you angered a 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 thought of the people cause on day we gon' clap!