Clap Your Hands (B-Side)

Lyrics

[Intro: Tommy Tee] (Yeah, yeah!) One two, one two Yeah, my name is Tommy Tee, the human beatbox I'm out of Squeeze, New York I came out here to get busy with my brother DJ Hurricane and Davy DMX! I need everybody in the place to be [Chorus: Tommy Tee & DJ Hurricane] So just clap your hands And stomp your feet (yeah, yeah!) Clap your hands (get up, get up, get up!) And stomp your feet (listen, you fucking police!) Clap your hands (get the fuck up!) And stomp your feet (come on, everybody just) Clap your hands And stomp your feet (come on, watch out) [Hook] Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands (yeah, yeah, yeah!), and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet (get the fuck up!) Clap your hands, and stomp your feet [Verse 1: DJ Hurricane] Now the Tom mentioned [?], Dave dropped the beat Hurricane to grab the mic and make the record complete It's not a barricade paid that can hold the prop Can you see Dave scratch and Kane talk loud Dave, pick up the needle, put on the headphones Turn up the bass, gimme the microphone Give us the stage, it's time to break through Rappin' on stage, can't play too cool You're gonna get up, peace, 'cause the record's at least Sells, will it trees [?], or people will cease, why don't ya [Hook] Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands (party people!), and stomp your feet (yeah!) Clap your hands, and stomp your feet [Verse 2: Nikki D] Come on and get loose, wanna break the ice The rhythm's rocking and rolling to make you see it's too nice I demand a hand, Davy D is the band The jam we slam, we call it "Clap Your Hands" Around say how we pop the tracks so loud Like this, and now since you get on down Packin' the parties with all the hip-hop feats Guys scheme, don't dream, 'cause I'm supreme My mic's on, suckers' torn To the lip 'cause Nikki D is comin' rocking it strong You want a riff in the beat, then you call me the cheap I'm makin' so much green from my rhyme, you'll see, so [Hook] Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet [Verse 3: Tommy Tee] Now it's live, never nonetheless Because it's a hit jam, better than the rest Sucker MCs who think they're the best Well, I'm MC Tommy Tee and I'm always fresh Time to pass me the mic because it's my turn Believe it or not, I'm on to burn Sucker MCs who never learn And what I'm gonna get, I'm going to earn Believe it or not, I'm on a mission No competition get paid on commission My brother Davy D is my musician My name is Tommy Tee, and I'm a beatbox magician! [Hook] Clap your hands (party people!), and stomp your feet (yeah!) Clap your hands, and stomp your feet [Verse 4: Tommy Tee] This is strictly scientific, 'cause my rhymes are terrific Under your observation, total mind devastation You can't resist the funky fresh creation I'm MC Tommy Tee, gonna give you demonstration My rhymes are chiastic, really fantastic Stretches like elastic, bends like plastic I'm the governor and the superior MC warrior, keep your exterior The great inquisitor, the rap ambassador No, you better tow in door [?], the great war You better run home and eat your spinach You're gonna need a nurse when I get finished! [Hook] Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet [Verse 5: DJ Hurricane] Fat fur rappers never making no sense Gimme some water from the faucet so my mic can get rinsed Now that my throat is cleared, I'll call crowd to cheer You cannot play the front and others the rear Not a medium or small, but an extra large That's my size on the mic, now you know I'm in charge It's a Hurricane front and not a false alarm Like an atomic bomb in Vietnam Hurricane's in town, news spread fast It's guaranteed to be a big broadcast Rip off your roof, tear off your floor Livin' up to my name, giving you more Why don't cha [Hook] Clap your hands (time to get busy), and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet Clap your hands, and stomp your feet