Clap Ya Hands Illogic

Yeah, Walter Rocktight on the keys, sounds so pretty, so lovely, it’s Ill, you know how I get down, it’s like this

[Verse 1]
It’s 80-76 in the mix with style so clap your hands now
Move your body, we rock the party so get down
We innovating, y’all hesitating, the shit we’re making keeping the poppers popping up rocking and the breakers breaking
There’s people talking, I keep it walking, pay no attention
Won’t entertain y’all, [?] unless my name is mentioned
We’re making masterpieces, y’all dropping twelve inches
Let’s do this, have venues played and unit sales listed
I guarantee it’s a recipe for disaster
I’m trailblazing, y’all stargazing while hearing laughter
You’re comical while Illogic flows with ease
[?] crush your abdominal, you can’t breathe
I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of crowds, met many faces, giving the world a taste of ‘Bus Town
The king is on his throne so you must bow
When I hold microphones, look for [?] to dial your next of kin to come and claim your remains
It’s a shame what some people do to boost their name
Now your egos scarred, you walk with a cane
Your life will never be the same because you thought this was a game
So party people, don’t stand still
Make some noise if you’re late on a couple bills
We just wanna make music that you can feel
You’re now tuned into the sound of Walter Rocktight and Ill

[Hook]
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Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop
(samples)
Clap your hands when we rock
Clap your hands when we rock when the beat drop