Mos Def - The Jump Off lyrics

Black (Black) Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherf**ers [Chorus] (It's The Jump Off) Yeah y'all now, c'mon (It's The Jump Off) Push it up now, ha (It's The Jump Off) What you want now? (It's The Jump Off) Keep cool, now (Put your hands up, it's The Jump-Off) Yeah! It's that Freak Daddy sh**! (Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off) [Repeat: x3] (Raise your hands) With so much drama in the N-Y-C It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely But I, some how, some way Keep comin' up with funky a** sh** with the Black Jack Jay May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople? Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through Riders beep they horn Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' mamma ain't home I'm just a freak individual singin' my song Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' (six in the morn') So peep out my man*script Reach up, sleeves up, for a second NOW BOUNCE This is the one that make the party wile' out n***a, I said wile' out n***a, I said wile' out Lemme show you what we're talkin' about (C'MON!) Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now (You are now rockin' with the best!) Uh, hah, yes, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!) Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat, like [Chorus] Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of ba** Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degrees Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me And that's the end of my little ghetto re-ci-pee My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm Hit 'em, click 'em, then strip 'em Jump the f** (back), no gun can pump (that) I punch the engi-(neer) and slap the whole (track) Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers Here to spit truth for the liar liars I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fired fired Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon (You are now rockin' wit' the best) Woo! Brooklyn, New York City Hah, take 'em there, Doc Hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c'mon So incredible! Fantastic! (oh!) Freak Daddy sh** fire! C'mon (woo!) n***a, rock to it Uh (uh), hah (hah), yeah (yeah) (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Ridin' high (high) Ridin' low (low) (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Ridin' clean (clean) Ridin' dirty (dirty) No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Told you my hot was incredible, y'all (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Woo! (woo!) (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Tell 'em again (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Hey, I don't think y'all heard me (Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherf**ers!