[Featuring June Lover Sadat X Redman]

Intro/Chorus:

You and you and you clap your hands

I want you and you and you to clap your hands I want

You and you and you clap your hands

I want you and you and you to clap your hands

Verse One: June Lover

Make a hole niggaz up comin through blastin

Who's reactin I would like to know where's the action?

Can I get a piece? If so point me out

To your livest MC, without a doubt

Hey I gets down for mine haven't you heard

Breakin niggaz off somethin real proper word

You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV

Representin Stapleton's click known as GP

I'm bad news, rippin clowns in twos

Take a minute to adjust, pump the Reebok shoes

And I'm Swayze, leavin niggaz misty and hazy

Fuckin like a mad Russian from here to Haiti

Ladies, I keeps em locked down like bikes

Game uptight like a boricua in some bikers

Shorts I take none that's word to my mother

Reputations, really makes people wonder

Can I take em, shake em, one time

But I won't lose composure, freeze when I froze ya

Thirty-two below just-ice sacrifice

to the Gods of rap, true indeed infact

You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane

thoughs of seven and a half ounces of brain

Wisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteous

Who be building in the ciphers, clap your motherfuckin hands

Chorus

Verse Two: Sadat X

I got the soul of James, with the flames on the horn

I'm at Carnegie Hall, with a fist full of dollars

The heavy man sings while the caged bird hollers

From, lyrics to birds, guerilla tactics like the Serbs

The kid wanna be at the bar with the big boys

I'll serve that ass a glass, this should be a blast