Pharoahe Monch - Clap (One Day) lyrics

[Verse 1] You should never in your wildest dreams sh** on a n***a Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap! Clap on, clap off Clap at them and I do not mean applause 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" f**' 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, 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 sh** My brains a Glock clip My lames be on some 1-800-COPSHOT sh** [Hook] 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] We went from n***as to porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks, back to n***as again Yet n***as 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 ma**es to follow, it's so boring I sat in the back of cla**, 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, f** that, I toss javelins and $5,000 bills in the face of James Madison This is an American post mortem, to focus on you bogus, Novus Ordo Seclorum, clap! [Hook] 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! Now everybody watch me clap! clap! Now everybody just- *clapping* [Verse 3] 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 automatic 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 and then emphatically clap At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical But chronicle the thought of the people cause on day we gon' clap!