The Jump Off
Mos Def Lyrics


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Black (Black) Jack
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers

(It's the jump off) get it off now, come on
(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)

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 people?
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, sleeves 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 (come on!)

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, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat, like

(It's the jump off) get it off now, come on
(It's the jump off) Push it up now, ha
(It's the jump off) get it off now
(It's the jump off) make it jump now
(Put 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 up, it's the jump off)
(Raise your hands)

Tables full of hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a some 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 degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe
My destinies is to rip 'em, hit 'em up with the rhythm
Trick 'em, click 'em, then ha ha hah stick 'em
Jump the fuck (back), no gun can pump (that)
I punch the engineer and slap the whole (track)
Then pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
I'm here to spit truth for the liar liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fired fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, come on
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, come on
So incredible! Fantastic! (oh!)
Freak Daddy shit fire!

Come on (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) uh
Tell 'em again
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me





(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands) Get on your good foot
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!

Overall Meaning

The song Jump Off by Mos Def featuring Black Jack Johnson is a upbeat, high-energy track that invites the listener to get up and dance. The lyrics are primarily about Mos Def's own natural musical abilities and his ability to keep a party going. The song begins with a declaration from Black Jack Johnson, asserting that he is not afraid of anyone, and then launches into the chorus, which is repeated several times throughout the song. The chorus consists of four lines which all emphasize the "jump off" - a metaphorical call to action for the listener to get up, get moving, and party.


Mos Def spends most of the verses talking about his own skills, including his ability to come up with "funky ass shit," his penchant for singing, and his ability to shine on the microphone. He also speaks to his roots and his fans, referring to himself as a "ghetto people" and calling for "respect" when he's "breezin' through." He weaves in references to cars, smoking weed, and alcohol, as well as a reference to the NYC's "drama," but always comes back to the idea of having a good time and getting the party going.


Overall, the song serves as a tribute to Mos Def's musical skill and to the power of music itself to unite people and get them up on their feet.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Harry Casey, Gary Miller, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith, Douglas Arthur Wimbish

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Comments from YouTube:

D8N4L

wow, whoever had the idea of Mos def and Luda on a song should be givin a grammy

Maxwell

Mos def to me is where hip hop should be going, I miss poetry hip hip. It was so well thought out. He is a good actor too though :D

RDoubt96

I love finding these rare collabos from two MC's with opposite styles

LdK

that is a really sick beat

Amjad Abdelhady

i still bump this shit in 2011 !!

ayanna fontain

been in love with him since the Cosby mysteries I love him he's special

Jerome Khalaf

what a dope song

rapidkid11

sickk trackkk y so few views?? mos and luda kill dis beatt

Berwyn Bass

he can make someone elses lyrics his own its crazy

Name less

he starts at 1.43 how can you miss him??

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