Put Your Hands Together (Fon Force Mix)

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 youre entertained
I dont even have to say my name
Cause when the place is ripped in half,
Im to blame
Masses of posses packed up schemin
Ladies lovely and keep on screamin
Go Rakim, go
Rakim, goIt wont be long then its on with the show
Im late, so hit the brakes and park the
BenzitoDouble
O 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
Wont dance, if the
MCs whack
The crowd go psycho even if
I dont move
Some like the groove cause
Im so smooth
Then somethin happens, feet start tappin
You cant hold back when
Rakims rappin
The man youve been waitin for, rougher than ever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
I create em, take em, shake em, then make em clap to this
Most of you rappers, cant 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,
Ill be here when youre 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, re-written, recited and re-arranged
Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore
Sing when
Im gone and itll break your jaw
Wisdom flows so swift,
Im Asiatic
Is it a gift, or automatic?
Static, I dont cling
I got a tip of my own and
I dont sing
Dont understand, heres an example
And why MCs and
DJs sample
Cause we dont have a band, its just my voice and his hands
Thats what hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are from moms and pops collection
Find a break from a **** selection
And go to the store, then buy one more
So my DJ can mix cause thats 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,
Im the cream
And still
I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap em, clap em
Clap your, clap your, clap your hands
Now whos the man with the master plan?
With stacks of verbal attacks so clap yourhands
Rhyme written in graffiti, xeroxed on blueprints
Students influenced are now a nuisance
You couldnt 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 Im with this you cant 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 re-stitchin 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
Ill let the city know
Whoevers frontin they know, nothin to say though
So lay low, musical forms are kickin like
KatoDont get near it , hard as you ever hear it
I know its fearified, but dont fear it
And try to predict which rhyme you can kick
Youre quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of goin with the flow like youre 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
Clap your hands, clap your hands