Pumpin lyrics

Artist  : High And Mighty 
Song : Pumpin



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														   Pump and the rhymes'll never run
thin  

 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