Groove to the Sound

Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay

The high potent, superchaged

Spiritual lyrical miracle of a man

Damn, you can't understand

The fulfillment of the prophecy

The epitome, the legacy of every MC

Understand, to be the man

You got to beat the man

Got something to say, let the music play

Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay

It's the real, real day

Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel

And we looped it

Takes it around, we threw the sound

Threw down, now scoop this

Here we go, like back in the days

The true heroes, MCs, DJs

The Hollis Crew, we rocked the spot

Female groupies, they jock a lot

Ugly hoes jocking, don't give 'em no rap

Sack stones or not, 'cause my posse's strapped

Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town

Punks, try us, you get beat down

The 40 Ounce Crew and Afros is in charge

We N.F.L., that's **** Fuckin' Large

And we drive big cars

Our entourage is rollin' hard

We don't play, uh-uh, no way

Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay

Ah, let's go now

You don't stop

You keep on and

Rock the house

So slam for the jam, fast if you can

Damn, I never ran, 'cause man, I am

Gonna keep the beat complete

Complete defeat, and serve suckers a seat

And now you're lazy crazy, a daisy don't phase me

Here's my nine, now raise me

Another vic to stick and lick so quick

You got your ass kicked, now get off my dick

Pull up to the bumper, baby

And kiss my motherfuckin' ass

As we come together, forever, whenever

The clever get better, so get yourself together

And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say

And groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay

Ah, let's go now

You don't stop

You keep on and

Rock the house

Now I kick a lyric live, rip rockin' rhymes

A line on time, a fine design

All the girls look my way

All on mines, and they always say

D.M.C., you looks so cute

In your Carhart suits and Adidas boots

I'm not souped, I just troop

Loop the loop for my crew

I hold the fort, fly rhymes I sport

I fought then brought you the knowledge you sought

So listen good, and listen well

'Cause I raise hell with the stories I tell

Which I say and play, day by day

When I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay

So let's go now

You don't stop

You keep on and

Rock the house

And, ay yo

I just wanna shout out to my home-bro from Tokyo

And check this out, if you're a critic

You can get the did-ick

Just because I pop a lot of shit-it

All the way to L.A.

And to my homeboys, Ladi Dadi

I just wanna know why you rock it so hard

And to the Hollis Crew, the 40 Ounce Crew

And the Afros, too

Just wanna let you know

This is what we love to do

Yeah, baby