deeply bruise me, greaves me if you say I'm soup I'm really not, and I don't really think I am But I'm convinced, that I can make a funky jam So if you
't rap no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well
Mother Goose both did their thing But, Jam Master's gettin' loose and D M C's the king 'Cause he's the adult entertainer, child educator Jam Master Jay
one champion sound, Uh, is they ready? [Run] How y'all feel out there? [DMC] Ah yeah, alright, alright... [Method Man] Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jam-Master
days She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days She's gotta have ass for days, she's gotta have ass for days A.F.D., a jam that's
break dance on your knee Movin' the river Bucket by spoon, and do you think That they'll like me when they learn what I do Movin' the river Money for jam
off young Teddy Pender is out Mask on scare the fuck out ya but ya ass grown, I wasn't Born with no silver spoon but I can heat it in a spoon and Pitch
I got the peanut butter an the jam, an I'm rockin an rollin in the sand, pointin pistols to my head, because a hard ass ninja is like dirty bread, strips
us all And our old house sure needed paint And when it rained, the roof would leak Well the teacher's pet was Susie Grout Born with the silver spoon
took their clues From all the sound-bite gluttons 1980, 84 88, 92 too, to how to be what you can be Jump jam junking your energies How to walk in dignity
thought we would stop, we go Came a long way from them nice hallways What you talk about, we could do it all day What you say now? Now this jam here
you out when you think every things okay everythings goin right traffic jam when you're already late a no smoking sign on your cigarette break it's like ten thousand spoons
that silver spoon havin' Buckshot acne showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', Jethro pseudo intellectual Dust-smokin', pretty boy playwrite posin' Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam
To dwell upon, you're steppin' on the trigger as the tune smacks Square in the butt, Pete gave me the cue So I'ma put up or shut up until my jam is
cat's bastard I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains (Chorus) He's numb to the
everyhing's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face A traffic jam when you're already late A no smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like ten thousand spoons
, the Dean said I'm walking on a violent stroll (how's that?) Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent show Fuck the Principal, it's the principle....SILENCE YO! In the jam
. Seuss and Mother Goose both did their thing But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'s the king Cause he's adult entertainer Child educator Jam Master