Mos Def - Jam On It lyrics

To all my people in the back jam on it To all my people in the front jam on it To all my people on the side jam on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet old beats my speech radiates I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates I make the B boy emulate A buck-fifty still swinging like a heavyweight Me and the lounge about to levitate You don't believe, let me demonstrate The way we make cats disintegrate Well hold up you got to stop the tape You got to prove you can rock the bricks Me and my man going to investigate The whole way that you operate, cooperate And what's your name? (Mos Def) And where you from? (Brooklyn) And how you living? (Very well, very well) Damn you had to say it twice? (That's right) So you nice? (Damn right) I rock the party all night, all night So why you over here ripping with me? Trying to prove you position to me? (Some cats ain't equiped to MC) But you can see I'm different G The universal magnificently I rock the party efficiently From the Brooklyn but centered to And I do it so lyrically That you got to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother's flow is insane) That's what I've been trying to explain Got no time to play games Keep it coming like the next train Make the party people exclaim Whenever they hear my name They go Mos Def Oh, yes my style is so fresh Guranteed to win any MC contest Old school like the eighty-four fresh dress You spend you a**ets to get my ca**ette Now that's fresh, the red hook address Make a cop jealous swell like abscess I'm shoutin' bigs up to Medina and the rest 'Bout to drop it on your block a high on the press I said, people in the front, jam on it To all my people in the back, jam on it To all my people on the side, jam on it Jam on it, ha ha, ha ha To all my people in the front, jam on it To all my people in the back, jam on it To all my people on the side, jam on it So jam on it, ha ha, ha ha You see my name is Mos Def and my style will never pest Brown skinned body-rocking MC I got the black zodiac and you know it's never whack Sagitarius definitley You see it's me and lyricist and we're getting serious About to make another hit I tell your homeboy chill 'cuz his style Ain't ill but it's straight up counterfeit You see I'm fast or bent or sweet Then bullet and when I'm on the set All the hip-hop fans just raise they hands Because the one and only mighty Mos Def You see I come into the party in a B-boy stance I rock the mic so viciously So all the real B-boys and real B-girls Ever know others better than me I said hey Mos Def you can't steal the show You ain't the only MC out here with flow I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe Well cool young brother and just slow you roll 'Cuz your arm's too shook to have mic control See I get on the mic and jump off your case You best get out my face and stay in a child's place See I get on the mic because I know I can And I'm fresher than you because I know I am So when I jump on the stage you better step back Because your name is Mos Def but your really Mos Whack Uh listen up little brother you ain't grown The sun is going down, you need to take you bu*t home And come outside with your whack freestylin' You should have kept it in the house like Debbie Galler When I grab the microphone, people scream my name This ain't no Sesame Street, this is a grown man's lane See you best heed my words and listen up Or I'm a tell your momma to whip your bu*t Well you ain't my daddy and I'm letting you know That you can't tell me when it's time to go See I get on the mic and show you what it's about 'Cuz even my momma said knock you out Well if you didn't know baby boy I'ma tell ya You need to learn to respect your elders But since you here and you think you got sk** Then get on the mic and show you're real Well I'm the devastatin' never fakin' Always keep your body shakin' Steady rockin' never stoppin' Keep your body always jockin' Rock the beat, shock the beat Till it's time to stop the beat Steady moving show improvement Keep the party keep on groovin' Well hey young blood, that was fresh You just got one hundred on your MC test You got a soul-shocking body-rocking set you see You need to pack up your bags and get down with me So jam on it, so jam on it I said jam j-jam j-jam on it I said were rocking to the bright early morning I said jam j-jam j-jam on it This is the one to keep inside the jam And make you get up and just do that dance This is the one to keep inside the jam And make you get up and just clap your hands New York you got to jam on it And Atlanta got to jam on it And BK you got to jam on it Got to jam on it, you got to jam on it And Miami you got to jam on it And California you got to jam on it Got to jam on it Got to jam on it, got to jam on it Chicago got to jam on it And Detroit 'cuz they got to jam on it And St. Louis got to jam on it Got to jam on it, got to jam on it The whole world you got to jam on it And Brooklyn, yes, we got to jam on it The lyricist just to make you jam on it Make you jam on it, make you jam on it