Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Applause, artist - Square One. Album song Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Applause |
| It’s been theatres, dusty barns and auditoriums |
| Poetry slams, older gods smokin' opium |
| Testaments since destiny took the best of them |
| Zig zag among thoughts hooked to instruments |
| Tryn' to pay visions to perfection |
| Soundwaves of slaves and criminal perceptions |
| To bad the accessories on tablets of memory |
| With mind states that lasted in treasuries |
| A magnet to felonies |
| We chop butter, ski masks, fatigues and box-cutters |
| Glas stutter throughout gutters ‘n' hallways |
| Woman cry ‘cause their kids 're stargazed |
| I won’t blame ‘em, since I’m doin' the same thing |
| Goin' through the same pain with thrusts to maintain |
| Many close calls labeled a myth, a ghostdog |
| Don’t know better so I stick to old odds, like a movie |
| With mad signals and uzis |
| Desperados who tote pistols with beauty |
| The hustle, rascals get their caked doubled |
| Sellin' me a amount of pounds the jades smuggled |
| With helicopters, jet-ski and space shuttles |
| Now they been recruitin' engaged couples |
| Camouflaged to play walls then chase trouble |
| Those who disagree will get their face scruffled |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands now) |
| Clap your hands, the hands you clap |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands) |
| Clap your hands everybody! |
| Picture the attica blues, cinematical moods |
| My literature’s beyond mathematical jewels |
| They say Ali spits the most radical views |
| But I cock back the mack ‘n' happen to snooze |
| Pacin' crews put on their travellin shoes |
| They chose the right path of what many refuse |
| Actors and fools’re goin' get dramatically bruised |
| Plus their whole entourage get slapped on the news |
| Brinin' the ruckus I stomp on their miniature puppets |
| Watch Iman put on their finishin' touches |
| While ya lost on the course pursue image of others |
| I represent the seeds ‘n' underprivileged mothers, sisters & brothers |
| Frames visibly scarred, you go ahead |
| With your bad sufferin' mystery god |
| Vicious bars, read this, murders i wrote for burglars to quote |
| I’m verbally dope ask anyone they will confirm |
| I’m mad deep on anything between a ballad or fast beat |
| Take your tongue out of those A&R ass-cheeks |
| Or you end up like your white caps tapes on trash-heaps |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands now) |
| Clap your hands, the hands you clap |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands) |
| Clap your hands everybody! |
| Mastered the technique to speak over tracks we freakin' |
| Still catchin' more flak than blacks and Puerto Ricans |
| It sorta deepens, my heartbeat weakens |
| We not reachin' these kids. |
| They ignore the preachin' |
| For more reasons, absorb the teachings |
| And leave your mind open to change like four seasons |
| The beats bang like whores out skeezin' |
| State of teh Art III is more than crowd pleasin'. |
| WORD! |
| And now we got you fiendin' for more |
| After the show began niggas ran like Gore |
| Sizzerhand for sure, spins ‘til his fingers is raw |
| He loves it when you bring us applause |
| So clap your hands ya’ll, get with the program |
| The mellow vibes reminiscent of a slow jam |
| It’s worldwide felt even by my old man |
| The magnetic attraction that you got open |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands now) |
| Clap your hands, the hands you clap |
| Clap your hands (clap your hands) |
| Clap your hands everybody! |