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, goIt won't be long then it's on with the show I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the BenzitoDouble 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 Don't understand, here's an example 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 **** 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 KatoDon'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
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, goIt won't be long then it's on with the show I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the BenzitoDouble 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 Don't understand, here's an example 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 **** 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 KatoDon'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
