Clap With Me

 

Verse 1

In camouflage you think I’m a mirage

Until we get up on you close and we yell out charge

Yah up in the hot spot with Big Brotha Serge            

My style keeps growing like Men at Large

So the scripts that we flip me and my whole crew

Is stunnin you like some T-Mac moves you say ooh               

Can’t understand the voodoo that you do

Step shoe to shoe I’ll make you boo hoo hoo

Said it before I’m ah say it again

Don’t have piece that passes understanding you’re not listening

Some joy that’s unspeakable you’re not listening

Some faith to move mountains then you’re not listening

Yah take both hands put em up to the ceiling

Got deodorant on your not onion peeling

John 4:35 my soul ignite that’s right

Tonight gathering the wheat that’s ripe yep

Don’t want eternity to hurt

Be going to a land down under like Men at Work

You’re quick to put your faith in them dividends

Instead of my God who made the idea for Benjamins 

 

(Chorus)

Everybody in the place you feel what I’m feeling

Take both hands put em up to the ceiling and clap with me

Now everybody in the place you feel what I’m feeling

You take both hands put em up to the ceiling just clap with me

 

Verse 2

When the beat drops in it goes doom doom dotta

It’s amazing how they welcome us back like Cotter

This tribes on a quest like Midnight Marauders                     

With crossover skills like a Harlem Globetrotter 

Don’t know actually what’s in store

But one things for sure is the crowd wants more

And there’s another open space on the dance floor

What’s my line of work you a Servant of the Lord

And for Him we’re creating a buzz

Just spitting through Audio Technicas

So leave all your baggage and your burdens right here

So you can run better than a John Deere uhh

Said it before I’m a say it again

Through all the good times gonna yet praise Him

Through all the trials gonna yet praise Him

Try to comprehend but you’re not listening

You take both hands move em side to side

Like you’re trying to wave down a cab for a ride

We went to a church just to bless the peeps

Left with more food then could fit in my jeep

 

(Chorus)

 

Verse 3

You ain’t got to ask where the Soldiers at

We right here and this is our career

Enlisted for life with no thought to get out

A mouth full of truth with no choice but to spit out

So sub in don’t sit out but get off the benches

Cuz in 98 we came out the trenches

And kick off the hinges and stepped on the door

With more Fahrenheit the Christian Dior

Said it before I’m a say it again

Think this our only hit then you not listening

Think we gonna quit the your not listening

Can’t clap to it then you not listening

Everybody in the place get your arms extended

After the chorus though you might be winded

So get your stretch on so you don’t pull a hammy

And later on you’ll see D.S. at the Grammys 

 

(Chorus)

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