Pharoahe Monch — Clap One Day

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch] You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigga Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why? [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Clap — clap on, clap off Clap at them and I do not mean applause (Nah) 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 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 105th, the 103rd My peoples in Queens doing 13 if we get the urge To get on some Todd Scott shit, my brain's a Glock clip My lames be on some 1-800-COPSHOT shit [Chorus: Showtyme] 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 [Verse 2: 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 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 five-thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison This is an American post-mortem To focus on you bogus Novus Ordo Seclorum, clap [Chorus: Showtyme] 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 [Post-Chorus: Pharoahe Monch (scratched)] Now everybody watch me clap [Outro: Pharoahe Monch] 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 automatics 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 then emphatically clap At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical But chronicle the thought of the people 'Cause one day we gon' clap