(featuring Ludacris)
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[Mos Def] {Background singers}
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Black (Black) Jack...
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Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, haha
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{It's The Jump Off} Yeah y'all now, c'mon
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{It's The Jump Off} Push it up now, ha
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{It's The Jump Off} What you want now?
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{It's The Jump Off} Keep cool, now
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{Put your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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Yeah! It's that Freak Daddy shit!
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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{Raise your hands...}
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[Verse 1 - Mos Def]
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With so much drama in the N-Y-C
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It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely
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But I, some how, some way
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Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay
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May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople?
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Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
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Riders beep they horn
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'cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' mamma ain't home
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I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
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Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' (six in the morn')
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So peep out my manuscript
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Reach up, sleevess up, for a second NOW BOUNCE
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This is the one that make the party wile' out
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Nigga...I said wile' out
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Nigga, I SAID wile' out
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Lemme show you what we're talkin' about (C'MON!)
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[Mos Def]
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Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
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Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
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(You are now rockin' with the best!)
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Uh, hah, yes, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
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Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like
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[Hook - Mos Def {Background Singers}]
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{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now!
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{It's The Jump Off} C'mon, push it up now!
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{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now
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{It's The Jump Off} and make it jump now!
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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Uh, push it up now
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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Nigga jump now
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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Push it up now
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{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
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{Raise your hands...}
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[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
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Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
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Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
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With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
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Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face
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Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degress
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Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
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You'll get BURNT just for thinkin' you can step to me
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And thats the end of my little ghetto re-ci-pee
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My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
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Hit 'em, click 'em, then HA, HA-HA strip 'em
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Jump the fuck (back), no gun can pump (that)
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I punch the engi-(neer) and slap the whole (track)
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Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires
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Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
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Here to spit truth for the LIAR, LIARS
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I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a FIRE-FIRED
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[Mos Def] {Background singers}
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Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
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(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
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Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
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Hah, take 'em there, Doc
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hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c'mon
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So incredible! Fantastic! (ohh!)
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Freak Daddy shit....FIRE!!
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C'mon (woo!) nigga, rock to it
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Uh (uh), hah (hah), yeah (yeah)
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Ridin' high (high)
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Ridin' low (low)
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Ridin' clean (clean)
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Ridin' dirty (dirty)
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No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Woo! (woo!)
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Tell 'em again
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
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...
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{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
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Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!
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The Jump Off
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Mos Def |