Lyrical Breakdown of Clap Your Hands - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clap Your Hands" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A Tribe Called Quest weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clap Your Hands" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A Tribe Called Quest employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to A Tribe Called Quest's narrative.

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(Chorus)

(*scratching* - "Clap your hands now")

(Phife)

Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose

Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus

Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice

Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss

Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce

Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke

Control the mic like Denzel on the girls

Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel

The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC

Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD

Can't forget the De La, due to originality

And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me

Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy

Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies

Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger

Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger

Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy

Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party

Kick the rhymes and more rhymes

Kick the beats and more beats

We'll have you scratchin in your head, like Shaheed on Technics

For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand

But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

(Chorus)

(Q-Tip)

You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands

If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance...

Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you

So listen

The Abstract intuition is very very worthy

I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey

Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep

The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps

The women, the lingo and all the other goods

Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play

Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke

Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner

Hook up the beats at the funk manner

If want a roll, then dough I be rakin

The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin

You know I'm gonna do it

My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid

Chemists get confused of my ill composition

This is the third of the new Tribe addition

MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin

So shut your bloodclot and listen

Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition

I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S.

Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse

Come here love, hot sex on a plat

And when your done with that then clap

(Chorus) - repeat until end