Jam On This (Old School's Back In Session) - Newcleus

Oh It’s Cozmo

Hahahaha, yeah

Back from the far reaches of the galaxy

The original funk mob of hip-hop has returned

Say don’t you hear the sound (say don’t you hear the sound)

Jam On is getting down (Jam On is getting down)

Three words to the wack, check the styles

Cos I’m a drop the kind of flavour that only comes from many miles

Of walking in hip-hop mocassins

I can sense a new day dawning when it’s yesterday morning

So I’ll be flipping whatever scripts you’re selling

Old school, new school, whatever school, whatever rules

Cos it ain’t about being old to this or new to this

Just true to this and I’m a give you proof of this you couldn’t miss

So watch me jam on this one, that one

Whichever one you’re coming from

Just pass me the mic and the job is done love love

Who do I remind you of?

Then you hear me say it’s Cozmo D and you smile

Cos all the while you thought we was gone

But as long as there’s hip-hop there’s gonna be Jam On

From coast to coast, hill to hill, sea to sea

Jam On is still rocking, everybody still screams

Jam on this, jam on that, I’m singing

Jam on’s back we don’t be playing pass the mic and we bless it

Open up your books, sit on down and take a lesson

Old school’s back in session

Jam on this, jam on that (x8)

Say don’t you hear the sound (Say don’t you hear the sound)

Jam on is getting down (Jam on is getting down)

Allow me to introduce myself once again it’s Chilly B

And I’m back

So let’s begin, a-microphone check one-two (one two)

Make you wanna jam do the bugaloo

What you wanna do when the beat gets in you

You can’t continue, with these styles that I’m running up in you

I come with that Brooklyn flow, you didn’t know

You throw your hands up and yell ho (ho)

I take my sweet time to conserve my energy

To maintain some strength and present unique agility

Like Sly and that Family of Stone, I take you higher

I never tire, all that’s required is to start the fire

Is my desire to show off my skills, I shoot to kill

They drop bad will, we’re rocking the mic still

In case the first time you didn’t learn

Cozmo’s taking another turn to burn

You take a C, an O and a Z

Then you ask, better lay low cos you know the M-O

And the funky D’s coming back at your neck napes like a bad haircut

Pop emcee’s better duck

Check it while I put the old school flow on

Kick the mad lyrics that’ll make you suckers go on

Down like a three dollar hoe on a trick

Wearing out your knees whie you’re working that dic-tionary

Looking up words and synonyms

Y’all keep studying, I’ll collect the dividends

The cheese, the cheddar and whatever else you call it

The large and the small of it, I’m taking all of it

Because I’m still the master of the bassline

Rocking to a beat that kicks harder than a tech-nine

'84 I made history the first time

New millenium you know I’m gonna go for mine

Back with a vengeance on the m-i-c

It’s Cozmo D, yeah baby that’s me

With the fat tracks, the pack rats and the stacked sacks

Dropping hip-hop flavour to the max