The Art Of Getting Jumped Lyrics - Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - De La Soul

I WAS. 

(Pos) 

. on my way, to the disco 

You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night 

Midnight to four, name at the door 

but the whole crew I can get in as well 

So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith 

Let this be a jam that we need not miss 

"Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt 

Might even jump up on the mic 

to make sure that this party's turned out 

And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line 

to stand we find girls screamin the blues 

Miscellaneous shoes everywhere 

"Yo Mase, what happened here?" 

("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules 

Bump? people and out come the tools 

Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews 

and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped 

Done closed the club down, 

cause one of they niggaz got jumped 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

Uh-huh, you heard the hook 

No matter you Braveheart or shook 

You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left 

Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath 

I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized 

Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE 

Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

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(Dove) 

Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included 

Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads 

My New York City dawgs seem to master the art 

When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start 

It only takes a second less you got on ice 

Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice 

Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass 

My only advice is don't fall and book ass 

For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position 

where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara) 

Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair 

man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!) 

It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops 

Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits 

Waitin for the first vic to disrespect 

Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

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(Pos) 

It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies 

and ya best believe we came to party 

Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew 

against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya 

for reasons like - not in the right part of town 

actin like you wore a crown 

Some occasions long and mean to earn the right 

to throw signs wearin only one color scheme 

And bein positive is no exclusion 

That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions 

for flossin your hard-earned shine 

I'm talkin games? the longest 

then it's some other niggaz time 

You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage 

Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage 

Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin, 

"Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** 

(Maseo) 

Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped 

We had to put this one on the album y'know? 

Yeah - this is dedicated 

to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany 

That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club 

Tried to knock me senseless 

They just couldn't get me though 

That's why I second round outside on 'em 

Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards 

and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)