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horror city - clap your hands lyrics

horror city
“clap your hands”
horror city records
amityville, long island, ny
1986

[intro – superstar & mike t]
just clap your hands to the beat y’all c’mon!
clap! everybody clap your hands! (x4)

[verse 1 – mike t]
well i’m the the microphone teller some call me teluxe
and yes i, i get the girls ’cause i got the bucks
don’t beef, i’m not bragging
i’m not conceding (no!)
i’m just what you party people needed
with the mic in my hand, two gee’s in my pocket
when i walk into the door
the reason is to rock it
the [?] of the battle, but i’m not shaking
you put it on me, and you won’t get taken
taken from the tailor, don’t make me have to shout it
my rap is so much, you can’t party without it
now i can just continue to put you in a trance
but yo i gotta partner that’ll make you wanna dance

[verse 2 – mike t]
now you can call me the king of the mic
and you can call me teluxe, now that’s a name i like
but you can call me the microphone tailor m-t
but don’t never call me no sucka m-c
’cause i just might bother to diss yo mother
slap yo father and slam yo brother
make love to your sister and any other
girl i can [?] even your lover
’cause i don’t care, i don’t believe in fair
and if you call me a sucka, homeboy i swear
you gonna have a h-lla of a freight nightmare
when you look into the mirror and your head ain’t there
and brother you don’t wanna battle ’cause we’re kicking it live
two-gees in your face and you won’t survive
and if you last three minutes, and don’t take a top
i’m putting dope below the money, that you don’t last five
horror, horror, horror, horror, city!

[verse 3 – superstar & mike t]
i’m [?] the mic wizard
and i’m the microphone tailor
uhh! fresh lyrics and rhymes will excel her
going down hard for you all to see
combined, we’ll scratch your c-m-d
guaranteed to give ya watcha need
and he’ll cut
and he’ll cut
and he’ll cut
until his fingers bleed
h-o double r-o-r city, sounds pretty and got our petty
the rhymes multiple and acc-mulate
to a number so great you couldn’t estimate
take a, b and a rhyme, a cut and unite it
this is what we doing to keep you excited
we know you got your box ready to record
rewind it back and you won’t get bored
brooklyn, clap your hands and uh
money making manhattan, clap your hands and uh
boogie down bronx, clap your hands and uh
hollis queens, clap your hands and uh
to the pill, clap your hands and uh
strong island, clap your hands and uh
were horror city and were clapping our hands yall!
uhh! uhh uhh uhh
uhh! uhh uhh uhh

[verse 4 – superstar]
were the main attraction, the main event
like superman, the skies at [?]
n0body creates rhymes we invent
there’s no calculating for the money i spent
when i bought my car it was punishment
everywhere i went i had a accident
then i went to court lost all i had
every god d-mn time i had to pay the tab
i treat the mic like a baby
off the knot mercing
make up any rhyming, make it sound like i rehe-rs-d it
that’s a few of my talented sk!ll
i got the power to rock through your heart [?] will (uhh!)
sucka mc’s in the place to be
to be [?] for me, gods gifts
sucka mc’s known to be thief’s
don’t understand funky rhymes like these
you bite and steal then you play the role
don’t even understand the rhymes you stole
but you don’t care, that’s your life story
take the credit from somebody else’s glory
you never write them, always seem to bite them
folks like you never seem to excite them
i’ll tell you why, ’cause you’re boring to death
all the rhymes you write are just like the rest
always the same never ever changed
your whole life needs to be rearranged
impossible because your mind don’t work
your a stupid idiot and a m-c jerk

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