The Jump Off

[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 some keyboard, and a pint of rum

With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass

Mix snares with rock 'n' roll, 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

And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe

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 strip the wires

Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers

Here to spit the truth for the LIAR, LIARS

I'm the hottest emcee, y'all are 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!