The High & Mighty

The High & Mighty - Pumpin lyrics

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Ears alert because the Jaz said sometihn
 The king that swins 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 and the KRS-Two to One's
 Yo let's face reality
 Punks and popouts 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 the 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 click 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

 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-seevn to the temple
 Makes ya melt-a helter skelter
 A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a
 Loev 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 poles of crates
 Like the dollars of a kingpin movin weight
 Freskly dipped it's jumpin no mistake
 This beat is pumpin here's the break

 Pump take charge, cold livin large
 First to 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 MC's into munchkins
 The force to cause remorse, we're gonna get you
 So let the rhythm of the rockin rhyme 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 ya 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 eevn if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks
 I'll wear you down to your alst 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
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