quel succes 
JUMP AROUND JUMP AROUND
Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that´s a sin
I won´t tear the sack up
Punk you´d better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you´ve got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone´s talking junk
Yo, I´ll bust em in the eye
And then I´ll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there´s cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure ´nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
[Chorus]
I came to get down [2x]
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around [3x]
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump [18x]
I´ll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I´m smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible´s got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I´ve returned
Anyone stepping to me you´ll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain´t got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you´re a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you´ll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
[Chorus]
I´m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try´n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain´t going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I´m coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I´ll wet ya
[Chorus]
Jump [32x]
Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk
