Pumpin

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jaz] Pumpin', and the rhymes'll never run thin Ears alert because the Jaz said somethin' The kings that swings original things and sings And clings to more green backs than feathers to a bird's wing Creep MC's people's heads are full Of your worthless garbage a bunch o' bull My stuff got you started, no doubt Not just the Jaz huggers, I'm talkin 'bout The shames that same the Kane and all Rakim's sons The Chuck D part threes, the KRS-Two to Twenty-One Yo, let's face reality Punks and [?] lack originality No rap ability, total futility Sounds like some other, another brother? My ears are killin' me Then prevails the sound of this guy on stand by Jay-Z's half the reason why Poor poets are held at bay Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you and other people to sway Back and forth, forth and back to the rear We run smooth like a Ferrari in fifth gear You took your dose, you're sweatin' our clothes Quit the pros, take the mag out ya nose And stop clickin' off, you can't win, you're just tickin' off Jay-Z and Jaz we're kickin' off A brand new style pumpin' harder than a hooker On a twenty-inch dick before the syndrome took her It's time for Jay-Z to say somethin' I'll give it up while the beat is still pumpin' [Bridge: Jay-Z] Yo, this is Pumpin' More than just a little somethin' Come face the facts, there's no future in frontin' You can't do the Jaz and Jay-Z nothin' [Verse 2: Jaz] Pumpin' like the 88 E Class Spoiler kit, with tinted glass Doped up higher than a patient on the corner So get wit it, you know you wanna Dance, romance, enhance, and give it a chance And clock the circumstance, MC Jaz goin' freelance Took the time, time is devotion To put your body in motion The people that prep, to keep you in step The lyrics I kept and other MC's slept I ain't no murderous mugger But my rhymes'll hit harder than a Louisville slugger Intricate to make the others feel simple Like a tre-pound-seven to the temple Makes ya melt-a, helter skelter A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a Love is a lot-a, you know ya gotta Reveal the deal, feel, squeal, and get hotter Growin' strong like the dreads on Jamaicans I am the best and I'm takin' Over thousands stacked in piles of crates Like the dollars of a kingpin movin' weight Freshly dipped, it's jumpin', no mistake This beat is pumpin', here's the break [Verse 3: Jaz] Pumpin', takin' charge Cold livin' large Fist, the wrist, and a neck full of the gold stuff Pockets thick and we never get enough Rougher than a rock, tougher than new drum skins Turn you big bad MCs into munchkins The force to cause remorse, we're gonna get you So let the rhythm of the rockin' rhymin' hit you Jaz is my name, destined for fame Jay-Z and Fresh Gordon destined to do the same Step to us, sons, you wanna vex? Our shit is liver than Memorex It to yourself, why do? We school the fools that try to Diss us? Man, don't start You don't even wanna play the part Toe to toe, we'll let ya know you're slow And if your talent is low, then away you go Chumps wanna get slammed, suckers wanna flim-flam I do 'em all and I don't give a damn Like I said, I'm puttin' heads to bed I'll play you out like a pair of Pro-Keds And even if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks I'll wear you down to your last jumpshot The guys with the guys so lick nuts pooh-butt I'll put you in a rut, do you like a street mutt Do this, do that, do whatever, do somethin' Do damage, why? 'Cause it's pumpin'