The Jump Off

Black (Black) Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers get it off now, come on (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 shit! (Raise your hands up, it's the jump off) (Raise your hands up, it's the jump off) (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 ass shit with the Black Jack Jay May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto people? 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 manuscript Reach up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce This is the one that make the party wile' out Nigga, I said wile' out Nigga, I said wile' out Lemme show you what we're talkin' about (come on!) 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 get it off now, come on (It's the jump off) Push it up now, ha (It's the jump off) get it off now (It's the jump off) make it jump now (Put your hands up, it's the jump off) (Raise your hands up, it's the jump off) (Raise your hands up, it's the jump off) (Raise your hands up, it's the jump off) (Raise your hands) Tables full of hi-hat, a dash of drums Sprinkle in a some keyboard, a pint of rum With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass 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 recipe My destinies is to rip 'em, hit 'em up with the rhythm Trick 'em, click 'em, then ha ha hah stick 'em Jump the fuck (back), no gun can pump (that) I punch the engineer and slap the whole (track) Then pop all the speakers and strip the wires Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers I'm 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, come on (You are now rockin' wit' the best) Woo! Brooklyn, New York City Hah, take 'em there, Doc Hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, come on So incredible! Fantastic! (oh!) Freak Daddy shit fire! Come on (woo!) nigga, 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) uh Tell 'em again Hey, I don't think y'all heard me Get on your good foot Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!

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