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jam on it (main instrumental) - yasiin bey lyrics

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}
d-mn you had to say it twice? {that’s right}
so you nice? {d-mn 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
{d-mn 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 -ssets to get my c-ssette
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 b-tt 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 b-tt

(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 sk!ll
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…}

- yasiin bey lyrics

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