Verbal clap chords and lyrics - DE LA SOUL

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[Verse 1]
[C#m]"Y ou [F#]out ther[D]e? Louder![G]
Well clap your [C#m]hands to what he's
[Bm]doing[D]
[G]On tempo[F#m]
[C#m]Jack"[E][G]
[D]NYC gave you the

[Verse 2]
ball,
so how you gonna hate us?
We [G]creators of them [D]East coast [E]stars
[G]If you ask me I'll tell you
[D]there's no comp
But I'm still humble,
even though I will crumble [G]halls
Some call [D]'em songs,
I call 'em words from me
That take [G]long to cook
[D]So some feel fre[G]e in saying that
we don't [D]hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry,
just picky in what we eat
Keep [G]food off the [D]mind and keep
weight off the body
All you gotta [C#m]do is keep my
[D]name out your [G]mouth
And stop frowning [D]like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbing
up [G]against your nostril
Nigga how [C#m]you figure you can [G]play this rap
[D]game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why,
giving what [G]you lack holmes

[Verse 3]
Hey yo prepare yourself for the [D]Neutron,
bitch!
This is eighty- six, let that neo- [G]rap go
We [D]present these flares
to put fire to your ears
To lay [G]smoke like [D]rusty ex[G]haust pipes
We run mics, let [D]Sean run
the marathon
Yo raise that money son,
we raisin these [C#m]kids
[G]Get claps [D]when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some [G]breath
[D]Sat book smart, part ese
Loc'in like Tone,
street niggas get [G]grown
Acquire [D]more couth before
you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to
your mic [G]booth
Excuse, my deliv[D]ery,
but when peace don't work
See this piece goin' work,
cock aim and [G]shoot!
It's my consti[D]tutional
right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics,
[G]make fans unite
Woodstock and white [D]folks involved
Black man get on yo' job!
"Well [G]clap your [D]hands

[Verse 4]
[D]
to what he's doing
[C#m]On tem[Bm]po
[D][G]
[F#m][C#m]
Jack"
Let's go [G]beat [D]for beat,

[Verse 5]
and rhymes for rhymes
[G](Put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beat[D]s,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the [G]things aside)
Let's go beat [D]for beat,
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the [G]things aside)
Just bring your beat[D]s,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)

[Verse 6]
The [G]heavyweight L.I. Brother with no date,
[D]of expiration
On this fate on [G]the mic,
them birthday keep coming
I'm hated on by niggas I love [D]most
So what threat could you pos[G]sibly pose
when I'm on your coast?
So raise your [D]guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a [G]toast in the air
Mark[C#m]in' the re[G]turn [D]of bare
minimums you need to learn
Get your verbs right [G]when
you down [D]to clap
See [G]that gun powder [D]caliber rap'll tip

[Verse 7]
hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
[G]Bow- tie [D]pa pers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get
your street sweeped
Front [G]row, backstage or the
[D]cheap seats
I "Dodge" ricochets like "Ram" trucks,
you slow poke to [G]pull it
And I sup- pose you want
to top the [D]Billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes
and then pop like Pop- [G]Tarts
Let's go beat [D]for beat,

[Verse 8]
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the [D]things [G]aside)
Just bring your beat[D]s,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Let's go [G]beat [D]for beat y'all,
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the [G]things aside)
Just bring your beat[D]s,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the [D]things aside)
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"