Eric B. & Rakim - Put Your Hands Together Lyrics
*piano playing for 1:02 before the beginning of the main song*[eric b] clap your hands cut and scratched 6x[rakim] put your hands together... clap your handsVerse one: rakimThis is for thousands of people who cameA show from road to road youre entertainedI dont even have to say my nameCause when the place is ripped in half, Im to blameMasses of posses packed up scheminLadies lovely and keep on screaminGo rakim, go rakim, goIt wont be long then its on with the showIm late, so hit the brakes and park the benzitoDouble oh seven, incognitoSneak in the back door, lookin for the stageWhen I get on you react in a ragePeople from side to side and front to backWont dance, if the mcs wackThe crowd go psycho even if I dont moveSome like the groove cause Im so smoothThen somethin happens, feet start tappinYou cant hold back when rakims rappinThe man youve been waitin for, rougher than everLadies and gentlemen, put your hands together[eric b] clap your hands cut and scratched 8x[rakim] clap your handsVerse two: rakimI create em, take em, shake em, then make em clap to thisMost of you rappers, cant even rap to thisI made it faster, you tried to masterSyncopated styles, words flowin afterMeasures of metaphor definitions of more than oneTake it both ways, Ill be here when youre doneRemember as the rhyme goes on its rougherSoon as I stop, you had enough ofFollowin footsteps, you better turn back soonSucker mcs suck rhymes like vacuumsThe style remains the same, the words is changedBitten, rewritten, recited and rearrangedSing along if your tongue is strong, it gets soreSing when Im gone and itll break your jawWisdom flows so swift, Im asiaticIs it a gift, or automaticStatic, I dont clingI got a tip of my own and I dont singDont understand, heres an exampleAnd why mcs and djs sampleCause we dont have a band, its just my voice and his handsThats what hip-hop was, it still standsThe records we use are from moms and pops collectionFind a break from a dope selectionAnd go to the store, then buy one moreSo my dj can mix cause thats what his hands are forYears later hip-hop got contractsThe chance to put actual facts on waxA minds the coach, the physical forms the teamThe tops the destination, Im the creamAnd still I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin cleverLadies and gentlemen, put your hands together[eric b] clap your hands cut and scratched (7x)[rakim] clap your hands... clap em, clap emVerse three: rakimNow whos the man with the masterplan?With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your handsRhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprintsStudents influenced are now a nuisanceYou couldnt fight it, you had to clap to thisYou got excited, you almost snapped your wristThe rhymes was written for the crowds enjoymentWhen Im with this you cant toy withThe def jam juicer rough rhyme producerLoads of lyrics get you loose, then looserThe man so smooth and world so roughEric is throwin and sewin rippin restitchin the cutsMicrophone your majesty, no ones bad as meSeems the tragedy, rakim had to beThinkin of some def view of a videoVisions are vicious, and Ill let the city knowWhoevers frontin they know, nothin to say thoughSo lay low, musical forms are kickin like katoDont get near it, hard as you ever hear itI know its fearified, but dont fear itAnd try to predict which rhyme you can kickYoure quick to pick your best, for the mic is litInstead of goin with the flow like youre supposed to goAnd enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together[eric b] clap your hands cut and scratched 6x[rakim] clap your hands... put your hands togetherClap your hands! *echoes*
