[Mos Def] {Background singers}

Black (Black) Jack...
Johnson ain´t scared of you motherfuckers, haha
{It´s The Jump Off} Yeah y´all now, c´mon
{It´s The Jump Off} Push it up now, ha
{It´s The Jump Off} What you want now?
{It´s The Jump Off} Keep cool, now
{Put your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
Yeah! It´s that Freak Daddy shit!
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 1 - Mos Def]
With so much drama in the N-Y-C
It´s kinda hard bein´ M-O-S Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin´ up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay
May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople?
Show me ´nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
´cause I keep the party jumpin´ like yo´ mamma ain´t home
I´m just a freak individual singin´ my song
Shinin´ bright on the mic like it´s six in the morn´ (six in the morn´)
So peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleevess up, for a second NOW BOUNCE
This is the one that make the party wile´ out
Nigga...I said wile´ out
Nigga, I SAID wile´ out
Lemme show you what we´re talkin´ about (C´MON!)

[Mos Def]
Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit´ me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit´ me now
(You are now rockin´ with the best!)
Uh, hah, yes, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like

[Hook - Mos Def {Background Singers}]
{It´s The Jump Off} Get it up now!
{It´s The Jump Off} C´mon, push it up now!
{It´s The Jump Off} Get it up now
{It´s The Jump Off} and make it jump now!
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
Uh, push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
Nigga jump now
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
Push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it´s The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock ´n´ roll and throw it all in ya face
Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You´ll get BURNT just for thinkin´ you can step to me
And thats the end of my little ghetto re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm, hit ´em with the rhythm
Hit ´em, click ´em, then HA, HA-HA strip ´em
Jump the fuck (back), no gun can pump (that)
I punch the engi-(neer) and slap the whole (track)
Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the LIAR, LIARS
I´m the hottest emcee, y´all a FIRE-FIRED

[Mos Def] {Background singers}
Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c´mon
(You are now rockin´ wit´ the best)
Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take ´em there, Doc
hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c´mon
So incredible! Fantastic! (ohh!)
Freak Daddy shit....FIRE!!

C´mon (woo!) nigga, rock to it
Uh (uh), hah (hah), yeah (yeah)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin´ high (high)
Ridin´ low (low)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin´ clean (clean)
Ridin´ dirty (dirty)
No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Told you my hot was incredible, y´all
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Woo! (woo!)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Tell ´em again
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Hey, I don´t think y´all heard me
...
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Black, Jack, Johnson ain´t scared of you motherfuckers!