Jaz-O, JAY-Z - Pumpin lyrics

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'

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'

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

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'