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