Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in — Let me begin
I came to win — Battle me that’s a sin
I won’t tear the sack up — Punk you’d better back up
Try and play the Role and yo the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, [come on!] — Come on, throw your hands up
If you’ve got the feeling, then jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone’s funkin’ junk
Yo, I’ll bust em in the eye — and then I’ll take the punks ho
Feel it, funk it — Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there’s cops at a Dunking
Donuts shop — Sure ’nuff I got props
From the kids on the Hill — Plus my Mom and my Pops.

Chorus:

I came to get down — I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around,
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down
Jump (17x)

I’ll serve your ass like john MacEnroe
If your girl steps up — I’m smacking the ho
Word to you Mom’s – I came to drop bombs.
I got more rhymes than the Bible’s got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I’ve returned
Anyone stepping on me you’ll get burned.
Cause I got clearance – which you ain’t got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun.
But if you do you’re a fool – cause I duel to the death.
Try and step to me – you’ll take your last breath
I got’s the skills, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta kill – I shoot to Kill

Chorus

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I’m the cream of the crop — I rise to the top
I’ll never eat your pig — cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a Terminator — Like Arnold Schwartzenager
Try’n to play me out – like – as if my name was Sega.
But I ain’t going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style hey yo and I might switch
It up up and around – then buck buck you down
Put out your head – And then you wake up
In the Dawn of the dead
I’m coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics – homie I’ll wet ya.

{Chorus}
Jump (32x)

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