Intro/Chorus:
 You and you and you  clap your hands
 I want  you and you and you to clap your hands  I want
 You and you and you  clap your hands
 I want  you and you and you to clap your hands
 Verse One: June Lover
 Make a hole  niggaz up  comin through blastin
 Who's reactin  I would like to know  where's the action?
 Can I get a piece? If so point me out
 To your livest MC, without a doubt
 Hey I gets down for mine haven't you heard
 Breakin niggaz off somethin real proper word
 You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV
 Representin Stapleton's click known as GP
 I'm bad news, rippin clowns in twos
 Take a minute to adjust, pump the Reebok shoes
 And I'm Swayze, leavin niggaz misty and hazy
 Fuckin like a mad Russian from here to Haiti
 Ladies, I keeps em locked down like bikes
 Game uptight like a boricua in some bikers
 Shorts I take none that's word to my mother
 Reputations, really makes people wonder
 Can I take em, shake em, one time
 But I won't lose composure, freeze when I froze ya
 Thirty-two below just-ice sacrifice
 to the Gods of rap, true indeed infact
 You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane
 thoughs of seven and a half ounces of brain
 Wisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteous
 Who be building in the ciphers, clap your motherfuckin hands
 Chorus
 Verse Two: Sadat X
 I got the soul of James, with the flames on the horn
 I'm at Carnegie Hall, with a fist full of dollars
 The heavy man sings while the caged bird hollers
 From, lyrics to birds, guerilla tactics like the Serbs
 The kid wanna be at the bar with the big boys
 I'll serve that ass a glass, this should be a blast
 I rhyme real fast, but I can still reach the mass
 Oh you got some heads with that lime green grass?
 Put it in the air, in war everything is fair
 And violent off the hoarse, you don't file for divorce
 On the grounds that I left a pound around in your crown
 Now Rule rip, but also Boogie Down
 I be the man on the stage like the man on the wax
 The blue collar MC with the blue collar job
 Walk around on the streets with my blue collar mob
 Train wrecks couldn't cause more damage than a runaway X
 Two-one-five line is up in your behind
 I rock from one-oh-six, all the way to one-ten
 Black puerto rican and dominican
 I came to rock for all my people and my uptown fans, c'mon
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Redman
 I endeavor, clever, Funk Doctor brings the storm weather
 you ready or not it's time to set shop up
 Lock up your doors while my metaphors make your glock pop up
 Chief unique Rocka, bitch knocka
 Fuckin up the place with unseen extremes
 Disaster that Freddy couldn't possibly imagine
 Beatin down beats like BeatNuts bruise crews
 Damage your conscience, totally fuckin your sleep up
 I need that OJ Juice in my system
 That make us income, of the victims
 Freaky deaky, blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous Minds
 I'm the expert mic cord strangless
 Bang the head like a car wreck collision
 My reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittin
 The submission, go through thirty packs of rubbers
 Frankie Cutlass, use the cutters, fuck ya
 Demolish, leave most MC's jobless
 Boxin, apple cobblers, at Roy Rogers
 I make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my armaggedeon
 Plus make Martin, get to steppin
 What cha wanna do when I'm comin for you
 Run through your fuckin crew like the flu, check it
 Chorus