Clap! Soulive (Ft. Black Thought)

[Intro]
Clap your hands
It just ain't real without Roots crew in it
And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it
(and to whoever who front) You know what you can get

[Verse 1]
Y'all phobic off of this like we was arachnids
Drastic, it ain't plastic it's pro-blackness
Type of cat to pull a arsenal out the mattress
Blasts on em sipping cognac out the cactus
Beating backwards tell them killer pediatrics
It's Willy Gank hillbilly bank, we miraculous move
I'm in it to win it yo, I can't just lose
The women so anxious to choose
My soul so live from the crown to the shoes
I keep it South Philly with the downtown groove
I cool out spitting some joints that sound smooth
I even throwing tomahawks and laying down crews
My think tight son I crack necks like Bruce
I don't shoot hoops I shoot dumb dudes
I might got a hoop imma make you jump through
Just recognize truth so when we come through

[Hook]
Clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Come on, clap to the music
It just ain't real without Roots crew in it
And if you feeling Soulive, keep doing it
(and to whoever in front) You know what you can get, uh!