To all my people in the back jam on it {Right}
  To all my people in the front jam on it {ha ha, ha ha}
  To all my people on the side jam on it {he he, he he, right}
  So jam on it, say what
  
  [Mos Def]
  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
  
  [Voice]
  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}
  
  [Mos Def]
  I rock the party all night all night
  {All right, all right}
  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 eficiently
  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
  
  [Chorus with singing in backround]
  I said people in the front jam on it {Say what, say what}
  To all my people in the back jam on it {Say what, say what}
  To all my people on the side jam on it {Ha ha, ha ha}
  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
  
  [Mos Def]
  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 definatley
  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" never know others better than me
  
  [Voice]
  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
  
  [Mos Def]
  Well cool young brother and just slow you role
  Cuz' your arm's to 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
  
  [Voice]
  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
  
  [Mos Def]
  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
  The 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
  
  [Voice]
  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
  
  [Mos Def]
  Well if you didn't know baby boy I'm a 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 your real
  
  [Voice]
  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'
  
  [Mos Def]
  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
  
  [Chorus with singing in backround]
  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
  
  {And don't you hear the sound...}
  {Mos Def and Lyricist Lounge...}