To all my people in the back jam on it   To all my people in the front jam on it   To all my people on the side jam on it   So jam on it, say what?      The sweet old beats my speech radiates   I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates   I make the B boy emulate   A buck-fifty still swinging like a heavyweight      Me and the lounge about to levitate   You don't believe, let me demonstrate   The way we make cats disintegrate      Well hold up you got to stop the tape   You got to prove you can rock the bricks   Me and my man going to investigate   The whole way that you operate, cooperate      And what's your name?   (Mos Def)   And where you from?   (Brooklyn)   And how you living?   (Very well, very well)   Damn you had to say it twice?   (That's right)   So you nice?   (Damn right)      I rock the party all night, all night   So why you over here ripping with me?   Trying to prove you position to me?   (Some cats ain't equiped to MC)   But you can see I'm different G      The universal magnificently   I rock the party efficiently   From the Brooklyn but centered to   And I do it so lyrically      That you got to give it to me   Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame   Burning rappers all up out their frame   We get into this vein      From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean   (Damn this brother's flow is insane)   That's what I've been trying to explain   Got no time to play games      Keep it coming like the next train   Make the party people exclaim   Whenever they hear my name   They go Mos Def      Oh, yes my style is so fresh   Guranteed to win any MC contest   Old school like the eighty-four fresh dress   You spend you assets to get my cassette      Now that's fresh, the red hook address   Make a cop jealous swell like abscess   I'm shoutin' bigs up to Medina and the rest   'Bout to drop it on your block a high on the press      I said, people in the front, jam on it   To all my people in the back, jam on it   To all my people on the side, jam on it   Jam on it, ha ha, ha ha      To all my people in the front, jam on it   To all my people in the back, jam on it   To all my people on the side, jam on it   So jam on it, ha ha, ha ha      You see my name is Mos Def and my style will never pest   Brown skinned body-rocking MC   I got the black zodiac and you know it's never whack   Sagitarius definitley      You see it's me and lyricist and we're getting serious   About to make another hit   I tell your homeboy chill 'cuz his style   Ain't ill but it's straight up counterfeit      You see I'm fast or bent or sweet   Then bullet and when I'm on the set   All the hip-hop fans just raise they hands   Because the one and only mighty Mos Def      You see I come into the party in a   B-boy stance I rock the mic so viciously   So all the real B-boys and real B-girls   Ever know others better than me      I said hey Mos Def you can't steal the show   You ain't the only MC out here with flow   I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know   That I get on the mic and go toe to toe      Well cool young brother and just slow you roll   'Cuz your arm's too shook to have mic control   See I get on the mic and jump off your case   You best get out my face and stay in a child's place      See I get on the mic because I know I can   And I'm fresher than you because I know I am   So when I jump on the stage you better step back   Because your name is Mos Def but your really Mos Whack      Uh listen up little brother you ain't grown   The sun is going down, you need to take you butt home   And come outside with your whack freestylin'   You should have kept it in the house like Debbie Galler      When I grab the microphone, people scream my name   This ain't no Sesame Street, this is a grown man's lane   See you best heed my words and listen up   Or I'm a tell your momma to whip your butt      Well you ain't my daddy and I'm letting you know   That you can't tell me when it's time to go   See I get on the mic and show you what it's about   'Cuz even my momma said knock you out      Well if you didn't know baby boy I'ma tell ya   You need to learn to respect your elders   But since you here and you think you got skill   Then get on the mic and show you're real      Well I'm the devastatin' never fakin'   Always keep your body shakin'   Steady rockin' never stoppin'   Keep your body always jockin'      Rock the beat, shock the beat   Till it's time to stop the beat   Steady moving show improvement   Keep the party keep on groovin'      Well hey young blood, that was fresh   You just got one hundred on your MC test   You got a soul-shocking body-rocking set you see   You need to pack up your bags and get down with me      So jam on it, so jam on it   I said jam j-jam j-jam on it   I said were rocking to the bright early morning   I said jam j-jam j-jam on it      This is the one to keep inside the jam   And make you get up and just do that dance   This is the one to keep inside the jam   And make you get up and just clap your hands      New York you got to jam on it   And Atlanta got to jam on it   And BK you got to jam on it   Got to jam on it, you got to jam on it      And Miami you got to jam on it   And California you got to jam on it   Got to jam on it   Got to jam on it, got to jam on it      Chicago got to jam on it   And Detroit 'cuz they got to jam on it   And St. Louis got to jam on it   Got to jam on it, got to jam on it      The whole world you got to jam on it   And Brooklyn, yes, we got to jam on it   The lyricist just to make you jam on it   Make you jam on it, make you jam on it