You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a niggaare. Police eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap! Clap on, clap off. Clap at 'em, And I do not mean applause. Rap nicer than Santa with no claws. Trapped twice as bananas with no chrous. Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder. In the hood like cataletic 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 pop the police. Fuck '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 beef 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 tall stock shit. My brains a glock clip. My lames be on some 1-800, cops shot shit.
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!
We went from niggas to porch monkeys, to negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again. Yet niggas is still hungry. Abolish the N-word, the plan's so corny. My homeland security cams are all on me. They watch through the fiber optics. At dawn told me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning. They educate the masses to follow is so boring. I sat in the back of the classes, sleep snoring. And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate 'Cause I lost my focus like governer Patterson. And the ghetto is impossible to escape. And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen. Spit, chuck, or fuck that, I tossed javelins and $5, 000 bills in the face of James Madison. This isn't American post mortem, to focus on your bogus novice or to scroll on me, clap!
Say we were gonna, say we were gonna get it together, 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! Said the people gon' clap! Now everybody just-
No respect, no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple max. Mad banana clips, and a black hammer that hits the back of a black talon. Slew a hallow tips to the wall of your blue silence And selective theatrics, collective dramatics. I'm systematically pissed, clap automatic for me and Abu Jamal Maybe I'm... Peace are fanatics for peace, but ain't got a pacifist. The Gospel, I spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then infaticly clap. At the obstacle, an impossible feat, the favime is not logical But chronical the thoughs of the people 'cause one day we gon' clap.