Jam on It (Extra Super extended disco mix)

To all my people in the back jam on it {Right}

To all my people in the front jam on it {ha ha, ha ha}

To all my people on the side jam on it {he he, he he, right}

So jam on it, say what

(Mos Def)

The sweet old beats my speech radiates

I grab the mic my voice resonates and penetrates

I make the 'B-Boy' emulate

A buck-fifty still swinging like a heavyweight

Me and the lounge about to levitate

You don't believe let me demonstrate

The way we make cats disintegrate

(Cosmo)

Well hold up you got to stop the tape

You got to prove you can rock the break

Me and my man going to investigate

The whole way that you operate, cooperate

And what's your name? {Mos Def}

And where you from? {Brooklyn}

And how you living {Very well, very well}

Damn you had to say it twice? {That's right}

So you nice? {Damn right}

(Mos Def)

I rock the party all night all night

{All right, all right}

So why you over here riffing with me?

Trying to prove your position to me?

{Some cats ain't equipped to MC}

But you can see I'm different 'G'

The universal magnificently

I rock the party efficiently

From the Brooklyn vicinit-y

And I do it so lyrically

That you got to give it to me

Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flames

Burning rappers all up out their frame

We get into this vein

From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbane

{Damn this brother's flow is insane}

That's what I've been trying to explain

Got no time to play games

Keep it coming like the next train

Make the party people exclaim

Whenever they hear my name

They go 'Mos Def'

Oh yes my style is so fresh

Guaranteed to win any MC contest

Old school like the '84 fresh fest

You spend your assets to get my cassette

Now that's fresh, the red hook address

Make the comp jeal and swell like abscess

I'm shoutin' big love to Medina and the rest

Bout' to drop it on your block the hot on the press

(Chorus with singing in background)

I said people in the front jam on it {Say what, say what}

To all my people in the back jam on it {Say what, say what}

To all my people on the side jam on it {Ha ha, ha ha}

Jam on it, Ha ha, ha ha

To all my people in the front jam on it

To all my people in the back jam on it

To all my people on the side jam on it

So jam on it, ha ha, ha ha

(Mos Def)

You see my name is Mos Def and my style will never pest

Brown skinned body-rocking MC

I got the black zodiac and you know it's never whack

Sagitarius definatley

You see it's me and lyricist and we're getting serious about to

Make another hit

I tell your homeboy chill cuz' his style ain't ill but it's

Straight up counterfeit

You see I'm faster then a speeding bullet and when I'm on

The set

All the hip-hop fans just raise they hands 'cause I'm the one and

Only mighty Mos Def

You see I come into the party in a 'B-Boy' stance I rock the mic

So viciously

So all the real 'B-boys' and real 'B-Girls' know it's no other

Better than me

(Cosmo)

I said hey Mos Def you can't steal the show

You ain't the only MC out here with flow

I'm the Pro Cosmo and I'm letting you know

That I get on the mic and go toe to toe

(Mos Def)

Well cool down young brother just slow your roll

Cuz' your arm's to shook to have mic control

See I get on the mic and jump on your case

You best get out my face and stay in a child's place

(Cosmo)

See I get on the mic because I know I can

And I'm fresher than you because I know I am

So when I jump on the stage you better step back

'Cause your name is Mos Def but your really Mos Whack

(Mos Def)

Uh listen up little brother you ain't grown

The sun is going down you need to take your butt home

You come outside with your whack freestylin'

Should have kept it 'In the House' like Debbie Allen

When I grab the microphone people scream my name

The ain't no Sesame Street this is a grown-man's lane

See you best heed my words and listen up

Or I'm a tell your momma to whip your butt

(Cosmo)

Well you ain't my daddy and I'm letting you know

That you can't tell me when it's time to go

See I get on the mic and show you what it's about

Cuz' even my momma said knock you out

(Mos Def)

Well if you didn't know baby boy I'm a tell ya'

You need to learn to respect your elders

But since you here and you think you got skill

Then get on the mic and show your real

(Cosmo)

Well I'm the devastatin' never fakin'

Always keep the party shakin'

Steady rockin' never stoppin'

Keep the party people jockin'

Rock the beat, shock the beat

Till' it's time to stop the beat

Steady moving showin' provin'

Keep the party people groovin'

(Mos Def)

Well hey young blood that was fresh

You just got one hundred on your MC test

You got a soul-shocking body-rocking sound you see

You need to pack up your bags and get down with me

(Chorus with singing in backround)

So jam on it, so jam on it

I said jam j-jam j-jam on it

I said were rocking to the bright early morning

I said jam j-jam j-jam on it

This is the one to keep inside the jam

And make you get up and just do that dance

This is the one to keep inside the jam

And make you get up and just clap your hands

New York you got to jam on it

And Atlanta got to jam on it

And VA you got to jam on it

And DC you got to jam on it

Got to jam on it, you got to jam on it

And Miami you got to jam on it

And California you got to jam on it

Bay Area got to jam on it

Got to jam on it, got to jam on it

Chicago got to jam on it

And Detroit cuz' they got to jam on it

And St. Louis got to jam on it

Got to jam on it, got to jam on it

The whole world you got to jam on it

And Brooklyn yes we got to jam on it

The 'Lyricist' just to make you jam on it

Make you jam on it, make you jam on it

{And don't you hear the sound...}

{Mos Def and Lyricist Lounge...}