Lyrical Breakdown of Clap (One Day) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Pharoahe Monch feat. Showtyme & DJ Boogie Blind weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clap (One Day)" 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 Pharoahe Monch feat. Showtyme & DJ Boogie Blind employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger

Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why?

Clap, clap on, clap off

Clap at 'em and I do not mean applause

Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus

Trapped twice as bananas with no chorus

Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder

In the hood like catalytic converters

On the block like Lego in the streets like street light

Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like

In other words, the police

Say it, say it like Pac the police

Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground

Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown

Now who am I?

P-Monch from Do or Die

Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down

I peep surveillance in the street every summer

You may not play lotto but you know these numbers

The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in Queens doing 13

If we get the urge to get on some tall stock shit

My brain's a glock clip

My lames be on some 1-800, cops shot shit

Say we were gonna

Mmm, say we were gonna get it together

Yeah, yeah, yeah

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day

I said the people gon' clap

Watch me clap to this

We went from niggas to porch monkeys

To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas still hungry

Abolish the N-word, the plan's so corny

While homeland security cams are all on me

They watch through the fiber optics, it dawned on me

That cops can just run in your spot quick without warning

They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring

I sat in the back of the classes, asleep snoring

And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate

'Cause I lost my focus like Governor Patterson

And the ghetto is impossible to escape

And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen

Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed javelins

And $5, 000 bills in the face of James Madison

This is an American postmortem

To focus on your bogus novus ordo seclorum

Clap

Say we were gonna

Mmm, say we were gonna get it together

Yeah, yeah

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day

I said the people gon' clap

Watch me clap to this

Said the people gon' clap

Now everybody just, just

Come on

No respect, no manners

It's mad max with multiple max, mad banana clips

A black hammer that hits the back of a black talon

Slew a hallow tips through the wall of your blue silence

And selective theatrics, collective dramatics

I'm systematically pissed, clap automatics for me and Abu Jamal

Maybe I'm just beside this, peaceful fanatics for peace

But you ain't got a pacifist

The Gospel, I

Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then emphatically clap

At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical

But chronical the thoughts of the people

'Cause one day we gon' clap