Verbal clap 创作者：
De La Soul

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调：Eb major

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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