[Intro]
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

[Verse 1: Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
Here you go, y'all
Little, little by little, you know
We got the power, the knowledge to move 'em and still rock
A super song for the cause, so
Feel the loads on your brain for the episode (Yeah)
And we just begun, it's number one, y'all
Brother Black, the B is back
So check this out

[Interlude]
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

[Verse 2: Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
And you don't, I won't, if you still, I will
Take three jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em
Rock the other side, the sucker lied
Said he would shock 'em, but never tried, and so I
Took 'em away, I never stayed, y'all
I called Flavor to pick another record to get played
He made a jam to get you slammed
Back to back in the place where the suckers are basin'
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
We gonna roll it raw
That's what you buy it for, come on
You roll in your ride, the DJ decides
To play it on the radio, the A-side
He gives it a try, but never really gives it a try
The people request the best on the B-side (Yeah)
[Interlude: Chuck D]
You don't, you don't, you won't, you won't
You don't quit, you don't, don't quit
Well, this is it, y'all
Keep it on and on and on, come on, check it out

[Verse 3: Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
Food for the brain, beats for the feet
People on the dance floor never claimin' a receipt (Yeah, boy)
Had a good time rock and rollin' on the go rhyme
The rhythm supplied by the superior B-side
They had to twist and turn and shout
Turn the jam out and get you ready now, come on
The situation put you in
To where you're sweatin' in
Hysterical B-side, come on inside
I quest the best to give a test
And never given a rest, your guess is good as my guess
And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo, listen this is
A DJ to play to give a lesson
And his (Uh-oh), name (Look out), is (Yeah), rock and roll, come on now (Here we go)

[Interlude: Flavor Flav & Chuck D]
Yeah, boy, the B-side (Come on)
Not the one-side, but the two-side (Come on, y'all)
Not the three-side
Not the A-side, but the B-side (Come on now)
This the play side, not the sweet side (Aw, yeah)
One, two (Three, four, boy)
In the place to be (PE in the house)
My man X gettin' strong busy on the B-side
Yeah, we livin' more hard, more real, and just the real, that's right
PE the enemy because we are reality (Boy)
Roll 'em
[Verse 4: Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
And the suckers on the right get cynical (Yeah)
'Cause the record's to the left and political
And you search the stores, attack the racks with your claws
For the rebels without a pause (Kick it)
You don't, you don't
And you won't, you won't
You don't stop
A-keep it goin', y'all
It's been around, y'all
Get down, y'all and go on and on (Go, go)
'Cause the B side wins again and again, again
Yo, black, some of you are all in
To make sure the crowd get loud with it on the dance floor
'Cause the B is pure, sure
I never knew the crowd was this hype
But you thought we was that type
To start a riot, we ain't quiet
In a thunderstorm with a song
Well, we dare you to come along (Yeah)
Pump the music, pump the sound (Boy)
Once again, we gonna do it like this now
And while I'm throwin', you're goin' (Come on, come on)
And you know it's time for my man on a mission
So listen (Listen), 'cause ('Cause), he's in the house, he's
[Outro: Chuck D & Flavor Flav]
Come on
Come on now, y'all
Come on
Come on, come on, come on
Get with it
You don't stop, get with it, y'all
Don't quit, you don't pause
You still will, come on, y'all
Get down, y'all, get down, y'all
Run the sound and get with it, y'all
It go on and on and on and on and on and on
Don't stop and keep it goin', y'all
You don't stop
Flavor Flav, y'all
You don't quit
Flavor Flav, y'all
Go and get it, y'all
We laughin' to the beat, y'all
You don't stop
You keep on
You keep on
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Yeah, Chuck, that's right
You got to kick it over to the left, man
Kick that shit over to the left, man