Clap Lyrics
| Song | Clap |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro) | |
| Watch out | |
| He’s coming | |
| He’s coming | |
| (Verse 1: Cashmere) | |
| I know the freshest way to move you | |
| Put so much **** in the flow | |
| Before I release a single, I need FDA approval | |
| You stepped this way to do who? | |
| It’s best you stay in neutral | |
| I’ve got explosives from comp | |
| I eject in they Izuzu | |
| Calicos that shred away they FUBU | |
| And leave you with a penetrated noodle | |
| When I elevate the two-two | |
| See when I play its brutal | |
| You stepping to a 300 pound wolf | |
| And yous just a feather weighted poodle | |
| I won’t hesitate to do you | |
| Fill those properties | |
| The most evil philosophy | |
| Since Satan’s spirit went inside of Socrates | |
| That can lead to more monstrosities | |
| Possibly cause when you rock the ozone | |
| It’s like the crowd turned into apostrophes | |
| (Cashmere) | |
| Make no thing about it | |
| It’s got to be, behind this cubic | |
| Is only way you’ll be on top of me | |
| Dough I’m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me | |
| Honestly, I’m so sick I need the CDC to market me | |
| And that’s the Bronx in me, taunting me | |
| To big ************* *************t, wig splitter *************t | |
| Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn’t it | |
| I’m not happy unless I’m paid and this is a bliss | |
| Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord | |
| There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard | |
| The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw | |
| My album bang, by the last track, your neck get sore | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Verse 2: Oktober) | |
| Yo, there’s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays | |
| Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze | |
| Late night, guns go pop where the violence is | |
| Wake the whole block, we can’t afford silencers | |
| Popping out here with gun play | |
| Even model ******* get clapped in the Time ************* subway | |
| In broad day, popping for thousands to witness | |
| Get clapped shopping in the diamond district | |
| I stared down the barrel of my uncle’s rifle | |
| He had a scope on it with a little red light too | |
| My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school | |
| *************rt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe | |
| Nah, I don’t even hit kids, kill them rugrats | |
| Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap | |
| If you decide to cross the line that your life is on | |
| You better be holding and I don’t mean a microphone | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Verse 3: Celph Titled) | |
| I’m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon | |
| Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate | |
| Walked into the church and let my mother ******g gun spray | |
| Pissed the ************* off cause Chic-Fil-A’s closed on Sunday’s | |
| Back up my life and then easily delete yours | |
| Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store | |
| Locked in the bing, I’m sticking CO’s with oxes | |
| Should have been a postal worker, putting PO’s in boxes | |
| My hands write murderous notebooks | |
| So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers | |
| Who claim they so hard but ain’t no crooks | |
| My face turn green from the light in the night scope | |
| In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks | |
| I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope | |
| That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be | |
| I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply | |
| Where your people be | |
| Your local eatery’s not safe no more | |
| Until my desert eagle sprays no more | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Clap, don’t applaud) | |
| (Make ‘em clap to this) | |
| (Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud) | |
| (Celph Titled) Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother ******g rubix Cuban | |
| (Oktober) Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere | |
| Yo, Cash, don’t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how Celph start acting with them things, haha | |
| (Celph Titled) Noah on the mother ******g beat, yeah, we going to make ‘em clap to this one, Tampa to the BX, p-on and all that, you know what I mean, let’s do this *************t, watch your neck piece. |
| Intro | |
| Watch out | |
| He' s coming | |
| He' s coming | |
| Verse 1: Cashmere | |
| I know the freshest way to move you | |
| Put so much in the flow | |
| Before I release a single, I need FDA approval | |
| You stepped this way to do who? | |
| It' s best you stay in neutral | |
| I' ve got explosives from comp | |
| I eject in they Izuzu | |
| Calicos that shred away they FUBU | |
| And leave you with a penetrated noodle | |
| When I elevate the twotwo | |
| See when I play its brutal | |
| You stepping to a 300 pound wolf | |
| And yous just a feather weighted poodle | |
| I won' t hesitate to do you | |
| Fill those properties | |
| The most evil philosophy | |
| Since Satan' s spirit went inside of Socrates | |
| That can lead to more monstrosities | |
| Possibly cause when you rock the ozone | |
| It' s like the crowd turned into apostrophes | |
| Cashmere | |
| Make no thing about it | |
| It' s got to be, behind this cubic | |
| Is only way you' ll be on top of me | |
| Dough I' m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me | |
| Honestly, I' m so sick I need the CDC to market me | |
| And that' s the Bronx in me, taunting me | |
| To big t, wig splitter t | |
| Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn' t it | |
| I' m not happy unless I' m paid and this is a bliss | |
| Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord | |
| There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard | |
| The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw | |
| My album bang, by the last track, your neck get sore | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Verse 2: Oktober | |
| Yo, there' s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays | |
| Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze | |
| Late night, guns go pop where the violence is | |
| Wake the whole block, we can' t afford silencers | |
| Popping out here with gun play | |
| Even model get clapped in the Time subway | |
| In broad day, popping for thousands to witness | |
| Get clapped shopping in the diamond district | |
| I stared down the barrel of my uncle' s rifle | |
| He had a scope on it with a little red light too | |
| My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school | |
| rt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe | |
| Nah, I don' t even hit kids, kill them rugrats | |
| Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap | |
| If you decide to cross the line that your life is on | |
| You better be holding and I don' t mean a microphone | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Verse 3: Celph Titled | |
| I' m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon | |
| Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate | |
| Walked into the church and let my mother g gun spray | |
| Pissed the off cause ChicFilA' s closed on Sunday' s | |
| Back up my life and then easily delete yours | |
| Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store | |
| Locked in the bing, I' m sticking CO' s with oxes | |
| Should have been a postal worker, putting PO' s in boxes | |
| My hands write murderous notebooks | |
| So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers | |
| Who claim they so hard but ain' t no crooks | |
| My face turn green from the light in the night scope | |
| In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks | |
| I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope | |
| That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be | |
| I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply | |
| Where your people be | |
| Your local eatery' s not safe no more | |
| Until my desert eagle sprays no more | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother g rubix Cuban | |
| Oktober Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere | |
| Yo, Cash, don' t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how Celph start acting with them things, haha | |
| Celph Titled Noah on the mother g beat, yeah, we going to make ' em clap to this one, Tampa to the BX, pon and all that, you know what I mean, let' s do this t, watch your neck piece. |
| Intro | |
| Watch out | |
| He' s coming | |
| He' s coming | |
| Verse 1: Cashmere | |
| I know the freshest way to move you | |
| Put so much in the flow | |
| Before I release a single, I need FDA approval | |
| You stepped this way to do who? | |
| It' s best you stay in neutral | |
| I' ve got explosives from comp | |
| I eject in they Izuzu | |
| Calicos that shred away they FUBU | |
| And leave you with a penetrated noodle | |
| When I elevate the twotwo | |
| See when I play its brutal | |
| You stepping to a 300 pound wolf | |
| And yous just a feather weighted poodle | |
| I won' t hesitate to do you | |
| Fill those properties | |
| The most evil philosophy | |
| Since Satan' s spirit went inside of Socrates | |
| That can lead to more monstrosities | |
| Possibly cause when you rock the ozone | |
| It' s like the crowd turned into apostrophes | |
| Cashmere | |
| Make no thing about it | |
| It' s got to be, behind this cubic | |
| Is only way you' ll be on top of me | |
| Dough I' m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me | |
| Honestly, I' m so sick I need the CDC to market me | |
| And that' s the Bronx in me, taunting me | |
| To big t, wig splitter t | |
| Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn' t it | |
| I' m not happy unless I' m paid and this is a bliss | |
| Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord | |
| There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard | |
| The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw | |
| My album bang, by the last track, your neck get sore | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Verse 2: Oktober | |
| Yo, there' s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays | |
| Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze | |
| Late night, guns go pop where the violence is | |
| Wake the whole block, we can' t afford silencers | |
| Popping out here with gun play | |
| Even model get clapped in the Time subway | |
| In broad day, popping for thousands to witness | |
| Get clapped shopping in the diamond district | |
| I stared down the barrel of my uncle' s rifle | |
| He had a scope on it with a little red light too | |
| My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school | |
| rt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe | |
| Nah, I don' t even hit kids, kill them rugrats | |
| Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap | |
| If you decide to cross the line that your life is on | |
| You better be holding and I don' t mean a microphone | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Verse 3: Celph Titled | |
| I' m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon | |
| Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate | |
| Walked into the church and let my mother g gun spray | |
| Pissed the off cause ChicFilA' s closed on Sunday' s | |
| Back up my life and then easily delete yours | |
| Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store | |
| Locked in the bing, I' m sticking CO' s with oxes | |
| Should have been a postal worker, putting PO' s in boxes | |
| My hands write murderous notebooks | |
| So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers | |
| Who claim they so hard but ain' t no crooks | |
| My face turn green from the light in the night scope | |
| In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks | |
| I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope | |
| That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be | |
| I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply | |
| Where your people be | |
| Your local eatery' s not safe no more | |
| Until my desert eagle sprays no more | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| When I rap, don' t wait to clap, applaud sooner | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Clap, don' t applaud | |
| Make ' em clap to this | |
| Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud | |
| Celph Titled Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother g rubix Cuban | |
| Oktober Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere | |
| Yo, Cash, don' t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how Celph start acting with them things, haha | |
| Celph Titled Noah on the mother g beat, yeah, we going to make ' em clap to this one, Tampa to the BX, pon and all that, you know what I mean, let' s do this t, watch your neck piece. |
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