Yasiin Bey - Jam on It (Extra Super extended disco mix) 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} Damn you had to say it twice? {That's right} So you nice? {Damn 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 {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 Guaranteed to win any MC contest Old school like the '84 fresh fest You spend your a**ets to get my ca**ette 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 bu*t 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 bu*t (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** 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...}