Chorus(scratching):Clap your hands nowPhife:Brothas know the flavs when the quest gets looseSlammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler zeusCrazier than tupac in that flick called juiceCock is longer than the hat worn by dr. seussLove a girl in daisy dukes like them kids called deuceGets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man lukeControl the mic like denzel on the girlsWack mcs be on the nuts like rocket j. squirrelThe worst thing in the world is a sucka mcFavorite rap group in the world is epmdCan’t forget the de la, the two originalityAnd if I ever went solo, my favorite mc would be mePhife dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to snoopyPeace to all the questers, to hell with the groupiesLike um, ralph up to potsie, brooklyn to dodgerLaverne to shirley, rerun to rogerRen to the stimpy, laurel to hardyQ-tip and phifer, they mashed up the partyKick the rhymes and more rhymesKick the beats and more beatsWe’ll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniquesFor those who wanna oppose, just take a standBut for now, just shut your shit and clap your handsChorus:Q-tip:You just wanna dance man, then clap your handsIf you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance…Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that’ll suit youSo listenThe abstract intuition is very very worthyI can feel ya out from russia to jerseyCan’t understand, the underground, it gets deepThe low, the nikes, the links, the jeepsThe women, the lingo and all the other goodsPeace to the hoods, that keep my shit on playPlease don’t do the mute when you hear me on the jukeBrothas know my angle, it’s the star-spangled black bannerHook up the beats at the funk mannerIf want a roll, then dough I be rakinThe scope is on the world, cuz it’s mine for the takinYou know I’m gonna do itMy shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluidChemists get confused of my ill compositionThis is the third of the new tribe additionMcs be swingin, but alot of them be missinSo shut your bloodclot and listenCuz I’m bringin you the ill renditionI’d like to send this out to the l.e.s.Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesseCome here love, hot sex on a platAnd when your done with that then clapChorus(until end)