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Almo Music Corp - Verbal Clap Lyrics

[Intro: (J Dilla producer tag), Mountain sample]
("Dilla Dilla... beats beats... Dilla Dilla... beats beats...")
"You out there? Louder!
Well, clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo, Jack!"

[Verse 1: Posdonus]
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East coast stars
If you ask me, I'll tell you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I will crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
That take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin' that we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out ya mouth
And stop frownin' like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbin' up against ya nostril, nigga
How you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin' what you lack, holmes

[Verse 2: Dave]
Ayo, prepare yo'self for The Neutron, bitch!
This is '86, let that neo-rap go
We present these flares to put fire to ya ears
'Til they smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
Yo, raise that money, son, we raisin' these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
S.A.T. book smart, part 'ese, Loc'in like Tone
Street niggas get grown
Acquire more couth before you get coof
Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse my delivery, but when peace don't work
See, this piece gon' work – cock, aim, and SHOOT!
It's my constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved
Black man get on yo' job!
[Interlude: Mountain sample]
"Well, clap your hands to what he's doing"
"On tempo, Jack!"

[Chorus: Dave, (Peech Boys sample)]
Let's go beat for beat, and rhyme for rhyme
("Put – all – things aside!")
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
("Put – all – things aside!")
Let's go beat for beat, and rhyme for rhyme
("Put – all – things aside!")
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
("Put – all – things aside!")

[Verse 3: Posdonus]
The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date
Of expiration on his fate on the mic
Them verbs, they keep comin'
I'm hated on by niggas I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way, there'll be a toast in the air
Markin' the return of bare minimums, you need to learn
Get your verbs right when you down to clap

[Verse 4: Dave]
See, that gun powder caliber rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie, papers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get ya street sweeped
Front row, backstage, or the cheap seats
I dodge ricochets like Ram trucks, you slow poke the bullet
And I suppose ya bull'll prop the Billboard chart
Man, I toast these rhymes and them Pop like Pop-Tarts
[Chorus: Dave, (Peech Boys sample)]
Let's go beat for beat, and rhyme for rhyme
("Put – all – things aside!")
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
("Put – all – things aside!")
Let's go beat for beat, y'all, and rhyme for rhyme
("Put – all – things aside!")
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
("Put – all – things aside!")

[Outro: Mountain sample]
"Clap your hands to what he's doing"