Dont let the jones get you down
(get you down)
(dont let the jones get you down)
[ verse 1 ]
Thinkin well its the niggaroe back with my crew
Now what you wanna do
The jones, we on this, mic
So well fight to the finish
But I dont need spinach for me to do this
Pride in givin niggas pop-eyes, Im large as buddhist
Rappers wanna be down, cause they think that Im better than
They, but Ill be ok-solo like the letterman
Use my common sense to boom-shalaklak-boom
Then lock the room, get busy as I get busy
Sayin "dont let the jones get you..."
But Ill hit you where it hurts, made you relapse in curves
When I throw verbs and nouns, any sound that I spit up
I have battle rappers usin they clappers because they dont wanna get up
They all wanna be like me, and so they re-write
Them wack-ass raps that they make and try to fake
So I break bones and holler "jones forever"
Cleverest shit around
But dont ever let us get you down
[ verse 2 ]
Well, everybody says, "mad, what are the jones? "
Well, lets see, its a posse, true, and its a crew
But not really, so what Im gonna do
Is combine em all and find a title thatll fit
Were a group of money makers from the west that be runnin shit
Fly like a discus, dont miss this, cause its me, and
I win fights with more mic energy than a pre-amp
They listen to ahmad and the jones in here rock
And roll with soul, then wanna copy like a xerox
Cause I mic-check and never once sound like das at all
>from a superman crew, so I do the impossible
Droppin yall wack crews like missiles, then I whistle
Kendalll bring the 808 until the party say, "the great
mad is the king of the ring," because I bring
Funk that shakes the ground
But dont ever let us get you down
(and everybody wanna be like us
I think its cause we on this mic
Were the jones, so)
Dont let the jones get you down
[ verse 3 ]
Kick it, Im back, never can lose, Im the man when I wanna
Might gruff on rappers get ran like jackie joyner
The jones everybody wanna be us, they be jockin
Cause we rockin the boat and in control like a remote
So I pack a 38-page rap book, put your gun away
And yell truce! before I have to get loose and run away
With the title Ive already won, dont mean to brag
Kendal blew up like a rocket, and I get down like a sag
I nag rappers that dont follow my lead, and if they need
Assistance they get dragged the distance in a bag
The jones for life, throw up a j if they ever say
Whos runnin this town
But dont ever let us get you down
Dont let the jones get you down
