Jump On It

[Intro]

No cut

Pure raw

We sold out

You bought more

[Verse 1]

It was meant to be

Hip hop died, reincarnated through me

Now the promoters gotta double my fee

‘Cause these pop melodies ain’t fucking with me

Get back on your tour bus roll some broccoli

I'll leave your crew twisted and your hoes knock kneed

Hell through (time) and the game in my speed

‘Cause water down hip hop we do not need

Yes sir, I got the real recipe

A little bit of old E and bon bon Z

I guess by now you can tell you miss me

The baddest motherfucker in rap history

One to the temple put you out your misery

That’s not an album , that’s a frisbee

Tangle with LL boy that’s risky

Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey

[Hook]

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

Tell them boys over there get down or lay down

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

I got the house of pain for your little pop clown

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

Don’t get it criss cross we’re taking over the town

[Verse 2]

Roll up on your set pull out the 4 pound

Who’s pitching out here blast them off the mound

The game got us bored, no rebounce

Claims he’s hardcore how he sound

My radio’s a bunch of noise in the background

For a factory manufacturing pop clowns

That’s what happens when LL ain’t around

The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns

DJ suffer while sarada goes round

You screaming? got the real creaming

Welcome to hip hop, we’re out here fiending

Watch a program directed in the bin and

Went from cruss group to a boy band screaming

When it come under the car I ain’t leaning

I wish I could bump the brim creaming

I tell you what, play my stupid — call it even

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

What y’all want, no cut!

What y’all need, pure raw

What we do, we sold out

All because.. you bought more!

No affects on my voice, that’s my choice

Hard raw beat make a soft voice moist

Get the dinero bring the heat like Jon Voight

Timbaland music, rolls royce

Hit you in the head like a fat joint

Back to the S’s big meat in Detroit

L so perceptive shrud in the droit

Bad motherfucker, now you get the point?

[Hook]

[Outro]

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

(Jump on it! jump on it!)

(Jump on it! jump on it!)