Clap Your Hands - Kungs & Cookin' On 3 Burners

I have unanswered prayers I have trouble I wish wasn't there And I have asked a thousand ways That you would take my pain away You would take my pain away I am trying to understand How to walk this weary land Make straight the paths that crookedly lie Oh Lord, before these feet of mine Oh Lord, before these feet of mine When my world is shaking Heaven stands When my heart is breaking I never leave your hands When you walked upon the earth You healed the broken, lost, and hurt I know you hate to see me cry One day you will set all things right Yeah, one day you will set all things right When my world is shaking Heaven stands When my heart is breaking I never leave your hands Your hands Your hands that shape the world Are holding me, they hold me still Your hands that shape the world Are holding me, they hold me still When my world is shaking Heaven stands When my heart is breaking I never leave you when When my world is shaking Heaven stands When my heart is breaking I never leave I never leave your hands

Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands This is for thousands of people who came A show from road to road, you're entertained I don't even have to say my name 'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies, lovely and keep on screamin' Go, Rakim, go Rakim, go It won't be long, then it's on with the show I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the Benzito Double oh seven, incognito Sneak in the back door, lookin' for the stage When I get o,n you react in a rage People from side to side and front to back Won't dance, if the MC's wack The crowd go psycho even if I don't move Some like the groove 'cause I'm so smooth Then somethin happens, feet start tappin' You can't hold back when Rakim's rappin' The man you've been waitin for, rougher than ever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands I create 'em, take 'em, shake 'em, then make em clap to this Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this I made it faster, you tried to master Syncopated styles, words flowin after Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one Take it both ways, I'll be here when you're done Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher Soon as I stop, you had enough of Followin' footsteps, you better turn back soon Sucker MC's suck rhymes like vacuums The style remains the same, the words is changed Bitten, rewritten, recited, and rearranged Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore Sing when I'm gone and it'll break your jaw Wisdom flows so swift, I'm Asiatic Is it a gift, or automatic? Static, I don't cling I got a tip of my own, and I don't sing Don't understand, here's an example And why MC's and DJ's sample 'Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands That's what hip-hop was, it still stands The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection Find a break from a dope selection And go to the store, then buy one more So my DJ can mix cause that's what his hands are for Years later, hip-hop got contracts The chance to put actual facts on wax A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team The top's the destination, I'm the cream And still I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your, clap your Clap em, clap em Clap your hands Now who's the man with the masterplan? With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints Students influenced are now a nuisance You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment When I'm with this you can't toy with The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser The man so smooth and world so rough Eric is throwin', and sewin', rippin', restitchin' the cuts Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me Seems the tragedy, Rakim had to be Thinkin' of some def view of a video Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city know Whoever's frontin they know, nothin to say though So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it I know it's fearified, but don't fear it And try to predict which rhyme you can kick You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit Instead of goin with the flow like you're supposed to go And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands

Yeah, yeah! haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah here we go It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit we talking I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to the greatest Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice coupes The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we slingin' soccer fields of yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin' fa sho "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's it I'm up in the May (bach) Send them home in the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes, when these reps take place What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back Rule be "In Da Club" rule motherfucker poppin' the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Bouncin' on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick I can handle it, long as they manage To get they ass infront of my dick and dance, to Big's "one more chance" Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em out wit a shank Give bitches the back hand, this pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is heavy, let's not get it twisted I'm young, black, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the lord!" I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business On these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house It's not a game no mo' Queens in this motherfucker You know All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! Haha, yeah, holla at me man

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع