Jump On It

No cut, pure raw
We sold out, you bought more
It was meant to be
Hip hop died, reincarnated through me
Now the promoters gotta double my fee
Cause these pop melodies aint fucking with me
Get back on your tour bus roll some rockly
Hell your crew twisted in the ahhh not me
Hell through time and the game in my speed
Cause water down hip hop we do not need
Yes sir, I got the real recipe
A little bit of old E and bon bon Z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
Thats not an album, thats a frisbee
Tangle with LL boy thats risky
Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey
Jump on it! jump on it!
When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Tell them boys over there get down or lay down
Jump on it! jump on it!
I got the house of pain for your little pop clown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Dont get it criss cross were taking over the town
Roll up on your set pull out the 4 pound
Whos pitching out here blast them off the map
The game got us bored, no rebounce
Claims hes hardcore how he sound
My radios a bunch of noise in the background
For a factory manufacturing pop clowns
Thats what happens when LL aint around
The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns
DJ suffer while sarada goes round
You screaming? got the real creaming
Welcome to hip hop, were out here fiending
Watch a program directed in the bin and
Went from cruss group to a boy band screaming
When it come under the car I aint leaning
I wish I could bump the brim creaming
I tell you what, play my stupid call it even
Jump on it! jump on it!
When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Tell them boys over there get down or lay down
Jump on it! jump on it!
I got the house of pain for your little pop clown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Dont get it criss cross were taking over the town
What yall want, no cut
What yall need, pure raw
What we do, we sold out
All because. you bought more!
No affects on my voice, thats my choice
Hard raw beat make a soft voice moist
Get the dinero bring the heat like Jon Voight
Timbaland music, rolls royce
Hit you in the head like a fat joint
Back to the Ss big meat in Detroit
L so perceptive shrud in the droit
Bad motherfucker, now you get the point?
(Jump on it! jump on it!
When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Tell them boys over there get down or lay down
Jump on it! jump on it!
I got the house of pain for your little pop clown
Jump on it! jump on it!
Dont get it criss cross were taking over the town
Jump on it! jump on it!
Jump on it! jump on it!
Jump on it! jump on it!
Jump on it! jump on it!