Put Your Hands Together

Put Your Hands Together - Eric B. & Rakim

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 on you react in a rage

People from side to side and front to back

Won't dance, if the mcs 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 rakims rappin

The man you've been waitin for,

Rougher than ever

Ladies and gentlemen,

Put your hands together

Clap your hands

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Clap your hands ...

I create em, take em, shake em, t

Hen 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 its rougher

Soon as I stop, you had enough of

Followin footsteps,

You better turn back soon

Sucker mcs 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 mcs and djs 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

Moms and pops collection

Find a break from a d**e 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 minds the coach,

The physical forms the team

The tops 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

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Clap em, clap em

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 crowds 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 ones 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

Whoevers frontin they know,

Nothing 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