The Jump Off

(featuring Ludacris)

Mos Def Background singers

Black (Black) Jack...
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfkers, haha
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 s**t!
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands...

Verse 1 - Mos Def
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 as* s**t 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, sleevess up, for a second NOW BOUNCE
This is the one that make the party wile' out
nigg*...I said wile' out
nigg*, I SAID wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about (C'MON!)

Mos Def
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, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like

Hook - Mos Def Background Singers
It's The Jump Off Get it up now!
It's The Jump Off C'mon, push it up now!
It's The Jump Off Get it up now
It's The Jump Off and make it jump now!
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Uh, push it up now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
nigg* jump now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Push it up now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands...

Verse 2 - Ludacris
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 degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get BURNT just for thinkin' you can step to me
And thats the end of my little ghetto re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then HA, HA-HA strip 'em
Jump the fk (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 FIRE-FIRED

Mos Def Background singers
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! (ohh!)
Freak Daddy s**t....FIRE!!

C'mon (woo!) nigg*, 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 motherfkers!