The Jump Off Lyrics - Mos Def

Black (Black) Jack, 

Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers 

[Chorus] 

(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) [Repeat: x3] 

(Raise your hands) 

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, sleeves 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!) 

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, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!) 

Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat, like 

[Chorus] 

Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums 

Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum 

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

Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face 

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degrees 

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 re-ci-pee 

My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm 

Hit 'em, click 'em, then 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 stip the wires 

Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers 

Here to spit truth for the liar liars 

I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fired fired 

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! (oh!) 

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!