Jump Around - Bodh'aktan

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me, that’s a sin

I won’t ever slack up, punk, you better back up

Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew’ll act up

Get up, stand up (C'mon!) c’mon, throw your hands up

If you’ve got the feeling, jump up, touch the ceiling

Muggs lets the funk flow, someone’s talking junk

Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s ho

Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes

Than there’s cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop

Sho' nuff, I got props

From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your sat and jump around!

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump!

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Jump!

(Everybody jump)

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(Everybody jump)

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I’ll srve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I’m smacking the ho

Word to your moms, 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, but you ain’t got none

If you come to battle, bring your shotgun (Shotgun)

But if you do you’re a fool, 'cause I duel to the death

Trying to step to me, you’ll take your last breath

I got the skills, come get your fill

'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

(Everybody jump)

Jump!

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(Everybody jump)

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I’m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Try 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 yo and I might switch

It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down

Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I’m coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics, homie, I’ll wet ya

I came to get down, I came to get down

So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump around!

(Jump around!)

Jump up, jump up and get down!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

(Everybody jump)

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

(Everybody jump)

Jump!

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Jump!