Jaz-O - Pumpin lyrics

Pump and the rhymes'll never run thin Ears alert because the Jaz said sometihn The king that swins original things and sings And clings to more green backs than feathers to a bird's wing Creep MC's people's heads are full Of your worthless garbage a bunch o bull My stuff got you started, no doubt Not just the Jaz huggers I'm talkin bout The shames that same the Kane and all Rakim's sons The Chuck D part threes and the KRS-Two to One's Yo let's face reality Punks and popouts lack originality No rap ability total futility Sounds like some other, another brother? My ears are k**in me Then prevails the sound of this guy on stand by Jay-Z's half the reason why Poor poets are held at bay Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you and the people to sway Back and forth forth and back to the rear We run smooth like a Ferrari in fifth gear You took your dose you're sweatin our clothes Quit the pros, take the mag out ya nose And stop click off, you can't win you're just tickin off Jay-Z and Jaz we're kickin off A brand new style pumpin harder than a hooker On a twenty-inch dick before the syndrome took her It's time for Jay-Z to say somethin I'll give it up while the beat is still pumpin [Verse 2: Jaz-O] Pumpin like the 88 E Cla** Spoiler kit, with tinted gla** Doped up higher than a patient on the corner So get wit it, you know you wanna Dance romance enhance and give it a chance And clock the circumstance, MC Jaz goin freelance Took the time, time is devotion To put your body in motion The people that prep, to keep you in step The lyrics I kept and other MC's slept I ain't no murderous mugger But my rhymes'll hit harder than a Louisville slugger Intricate to make the others feel simple Like a tre-pound-seevn to the temple Makes ya melt-a helter skelter A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a Loev is a lot-a you know ya gotta Reveal the deal feel squeal and get hotter Growin strong like the dreads on Jamaicans I am the best and I'm takin Over thousands stacked in poles of crates Like the dollars of a kingpin movin weight Freskly dipped it's jumpin no mistake This beat is pumpin here's the break Pump take charge, cold livin large First to wrist and a neck full of the gold stuff Pockets thick and we never get enough Rougher than a rock tougher than new drum skins Turn you big bad MC's into munchkins The force to cause remorse, we're gonna get you So let the rhythm of the rockin rhyme hit you Jaz is my name destined for fame Jay-Z and Fresh Gordon destined to do the same Step to us sons you wanna vex? Our sh** is liver than Memorex It to yourself, why do? We school the fools that try to Diss us? Man, don't start You don't even wanna play the part Toe to toe we'll let ya know you're slow And if ya talent is low, then away you go Chumps wanna get slammed s**ers wanna flim flam I do em all and I don't give a damn Like I said, I'm puttin heads to bed I'll play you out like a pair of Pro-Keds And even if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks I'll wear you down to your last jumpshot The guys with the guys so lick nuts pooh-bu*t I'll put you in a rut do you like a street mutt Do this do that do whatever do somethin Do damage why? Cause it's pumpin