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 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 funking 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 the cops that are dunking
donuts shop
show em the funk up props from the kids on the Hill
plus my mom and my pops.

chorus I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around,
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)

I'll serve your ass like john MacEnroe
If your 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 to me you'll get burned.
Cause I got lyrics(or clearance) and you ain't got none
so if you come to battle bring a shotgun.
But if you do your a fool, cause i duel to the death.
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I got's the skill's, come get's your fill
Cause when I shoot, i shoot to Kill

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around,
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)

I'm the cream of the crop, i rise to the top
I'll never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a Termenator
Like Arnold Shwartzenigger(sp)
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 and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head 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.

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around,
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (32x)

Outro: fade out