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De La Soul Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump The Art of Getting Jumped I WAS.. [Pos] .. on my way, to the disco You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night Midnight to four, name at the door but the whole crew I can get in as well So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith Let this be a jam that we need not miss "Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's turned out And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line to stand we find girls screamin the blues Miscellaneous shoes everywhere "Yo Mase, what happened here?" ("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules Bump ?? people and out come the tools Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped Done closed the club down, cause one of they niggaz got jumped ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** Uh-huh, you heard the hook No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Dove] Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads My New York City dawgs seem to master the art When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start It only takes a second less you got on ice Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass My only advice is don't fall and book ass For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara) Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!) It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits Waitin for the first vic to disrespect Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Pos] It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies and ya best believe we came to party Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya for reasons like - not in the right part of town actin like you wore a crown Some occasions long and mean to earn the right to throw signs wearin only one color scheme And bein positive is no exclusion That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions for flossin your hard-earned shine I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest then it's some other niggaz time You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin, "Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** ** Jump, jump, jump to it! ** [Maseo] Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped We had to put this one on the album y'know? Yeah - this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club Tried to knock me senseless They just couldn't get me though That's why I second round outside on 'em Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA) |
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