Square One - Applause lyrics

[Part I] It's been theatres, dusty barns and auditoriums Poetry slams, older gods smokin' opium Testaments since destiny took the best of them Zig zag among thoughts hooked to instruments Tryn' to pay visions to perfection Soundwaves of slaves and criminal perceptions To bad the accessories on tablets of memory With mind states that lasted in treasuries A magnet to felonies We chop bu*ter, ski masks, fatigues and box-cutters Glas stutter throughout gutters ‘n' hallways Woman cry ‘cause their kids 're stargazed I won't blame ‘em, since I'm doin' the same thing Goin' through the same pain with thrusts to maintain Many close calls labeled a myth, a ghostdog Don't know better so I stick to old odds, like a movie With mad signals and uzis Desperados who tote pistols with beauty The hustle, rascals get their caked doubled Sellin' me a amount of pounds the jades smuggled With helicopters, jet-ski and space shuttles Now they been recruitin' engaged couples Camouflaged to play walls then chase trouble Those who disagree will get their face scruffled [Chorus] Clap your hands (clap your hands now) Clap your hands, the hands you clap Clap your hands (clap your hands) Clap your hands everybody! [Part II] Picture the attica blues, cinematical moods My literature's beyond mathematical j**els They say Ali spits the most radical views But I co*k back the mack ‘n' happen to snooze Pacin' crews put on their travellin shoes They chose the right path of what many refuse Actors and fools're goin' get dramatically bruised Plus their whole entourage get slapped on the news Brinin' the ruckus I stomp on their miniature puppets Watch Iman put on their finishin' touches While ya lost on the course pursue image of others I represent the seeds ‘n' underprivileged mothers, sisters & brothers Frames visibly scarred, you go ahead With your bad sufferin' mystery god Vicious bars, read this, murders i wrote for burglars to quote I'm verbally dope ask anyone they will confirm I'm mad deep on anything between a ballad or fast beat Take your tongue out of those A&R a**-cheeks Or you end up like your white caps tapes on trash-heaps [Chorus] Clap your hands (clap your hands now) Clap your hands, the hands you clap Clap your hands (clap your hands) Clap your hands everybody! [Part III] Mastered the technique to speak over tracks we freakin' Still catchin' more flak than blacks and Puerto Ricans It sorta deepens, my heartbeat weakens We not reachin' these kids. They ignore the preachin' For more reasons, absorb the teachings And leave your mind open to change like four seasons The beats bang like who*es out skeezin' State of teh Art III is more than crowd pleasin'. WORD! And now we got you fiendin' for more After the show began n***as ran like Gore Sizzerhand for sure, spins ‘til his fingers is raw He loves it when you bring us applause So clap your hands ya'll, get with the program The mellow vibes reminiscent of a slow jam It's worldwide felt even by my old man The magnetic attraction that you got open [Chorus] Clap your hands (clap your hands now) Clap your hands, the hands you clap Clap your hands (clap your hands) Clap your hands everybody!