[Mos Def] {Background singers}
Black (Black) Jack...
Johnson ain`t scared of you motherfuckers, haha
{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 shit!
{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...}
[Verse 1 - Mos Def]
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 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 manuscript
Reach up, sleevess 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 (C`MON!)
[Mos Def]
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, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like
[Hook - Mos Def {Background Singers}]
{It`s The Jump Off} Get it up now!
{It`s The Jump Off} C`mon, push it up now!
{It`s The Jump Off} Get it up now
{It`s The Jump Off} and make it jump now!
{Raise your hands up, it`s The Jump-Off}
Uh, push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it`s The Jump-Off}
Nigga jump now
{Raise your hands up, it`s The Jump-Off}
Push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it`s The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}
[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
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 bass
Mix snares with rock `n` roll and throw it all in ya face
Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You`ll get BURNT just for thinkin` you can step to me
Unless the (?) of my (?) get a re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm, hit `em with the rhythm
Hit `em, click `em, then HA, HA-HA strip `em
Jump the fuck (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 FIRE-FIRED
[Mos Def] {Background singers}
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! (ohh!)
Freak Daddy shit....FIRE!!
C`mon (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}
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 motherfuckers!
