Clap Ya Hands

Yeah, Walter Rocktight on the keys, sounds so pretty, so lovely, it’s Ill, you know how I get down, it’s like this

[Verse 1]
It’s 80-76 in the mix with style so clap your hands now
Move your body, we rock the party so get down
We innovating, y’all hesitating, the shit we’re making keeping the poppers popping up rocking and the breakers breaking
There’s people talking, I keep it walking, pay no attention
Won’t entertain y’all, [?] unless my name is mentioned
We’re making masterpieces, y’all dropping twelve inches
Let’s do this, have venues played and unit sales listed
I guarantee it’s a recipe for disaster
I’m trailblazing, y’all stargazing while hearing laughter
You’re comical while Illogic flows with ease
[?] crush your abdominal, you can’t breathe
I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of crowds, met many faces, giving the world a taste of ‘Bus Town
The king is on his throne so you must bow
When I hold microphones, look for [?] to dial your next of kin to come and claim your remains
It’s a shame what some people do to boost their name
Now your egos scarred, you walk with a cane
Your life will never be the same because you thought this was a game
So party people, don’t stand still
Make some noise if you’re late on a couple bills
We just wanna make music that you can feel
You’re now tuned into the sound of Walter Rocktight and Ill

[Hook]
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Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop
(samples)
Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop

[Verse 2]
Don’t even look at me like you want it
I confronted many adversaries that got buried in my backyard, don’t act hard
We keep it coming like water running out a faucet
These faggots can’t hack it so I got ‘em coming out the closet
We can go verses or poems, abstract or straight up
Gospel raps or BET uncut
Fast or slow, no matter the genre, I’ma bomb ya, shattering glass jaws for y’all chattering
I dream in colorful language, painted many thought-scapes, banished those tainted because they talk fake
You can’t walk in these shoes, we pay dues
And you can barely afford your room and board
I know where I’m going because I know where I’ve been
Got a little more fans than just family and friends
Don’t make me have to tell you again
I got a rather short fuse and my patience is wearing thin so
Yo party people, wave your hands
Let us know that you understand
There’s been a little change in plans
We’re holding the room hostage so move while we rock it

[Hook]
(samples)
Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop
(samples)
Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop
(samples)