Jam On It Lyrics - Mos Def

To all my people in the back jam on it 

To all my people in the front jam on it 

To all my people on the side jam on it 

So jam on it, say what? 

The sweet old beats my speech radiates 

I grab the mic my voice resulates 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 

Well hold up you got to stop the tape 

You got to prove you can rock the bricks 

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) 

I rock the party all night, all night 

So why you over here ripping with me? 

Trying to prove you position to me? 

(Some cats ain't equiped to MC) 

But you can see I'm different G 

The universal magnificently 

I rock the party efficiently 

From the Brooklyn but centered to 

And I do it so lyrically 

That you got to give it to me 

Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame 

Burning rappers all up out their frame 

We get into this vein 

From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean 

(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 

Guranteed to win any MC contest 

Old school like the eighty-four fresh dress 

You spend you assets to get my cassette 

Now that's fresh, the red hook address 

Make a cop jealous swell like abscess 

I'm shoutin' bigs up to Medina and the rest 

'Bout to drop it on your block a high on the press 

I said, 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 

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 

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 definitley 

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 fast or bent or sweet 

Then bullet and when I'm on the set 

All the hip-hop fans just raise they hands 

Because 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 

Ever know others better than me 

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-Castro and I'm letting you know 

That I get on the mic and go toe to toe 

Well cool young brother and just slow you roll 

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

See I get on the mic and jump off your case 

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

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 

Because your name is Mos Def but your really Mos Whack 

Uh listen up little brother you ain't grown 

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

And come outside with your whack freestylin' 

You should have kept it in the house like Debbie Galler 

When I grab the microphone, people scream my name 

This 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 

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 

Well if you didn't know baby boy I'ma 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 you're real 

Well I'm the devastatin' never fakin' 

Always keep your body shakin' 

Steady rockin' never stoppin' 

Keep your body always jockin' 

Rock the beat, shock the beat 

Till it's time to stop the beat 

Steady moving show improvement 

Keep the party keep on groovin' 

Well hey young blood, that was fresh 

You just got one hundred on your MC test 

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

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

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 BK 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 

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