(Get you down) (Don't let the Jone's get you down)
[ VERSE 1 ] Thinkin well it's the niggaroe back with my crew Now what you wanna do The Jones', we on this, mic So we'll fight to the finish But I don't need spinach for me to do this Pride in givin niggas pop-eyes, I'm large as buddhist Rappers wanna be down, cause they think that I'm better than They, but I'll be OK-Solo like the Letterman Use my common sense to boom-shalaklak-boom Then lock the room, get busy as I get busy Sayin "Don't let the Jones' get you..." But I'll hit you where it hurts, made you relapse in curves When I throw verbs and nouns, any sound that I spit up I have battle rappers usin they clappers because they don't wanna get up They all wanna be like me, and so they re-write Them wack-ass raps that they make and try to fake So I break bones and holler "Jones' forever" Cleverest shit around But don't ever let us get you down
[ VERSE 2 ] Well, everybody says, "'Mad, what are the Jones'?" Well, let's see, it's a posse, true, and it's a crew But not really, so what I'm gonna do Is combine em all and find a title that'll fit We're a group of money makers from the west that be runnin shit Fly like a discus, don't miss this, cause it's me, and I win fights with more mic energy than a pre-amp They listen to Ahmad and the Jones' in here rock And roll with soul, then wanna copy like a Xerox Cause I mic-check and never once sound like Das at all >From a superman crew, so I do the impossible Droppin y'all wack crews like missiles, then I whistle Kendal'll bring the 808 until the party say, "the great 'Mad is the king of the ring," because I bring Funk that shakes the ground But don't ever let us get you down
(And everybody wanna be like us I think it's cause we on this mic We're the Jones', so) Don't let the Jones' get you down
[ VERSE 3 ] Kick it, I'm back, never can lose, I'm the man when I wanna Might gruff on rappers get ran like Jackie Joyner The Jones' everybody wanna be us, they be jockin Cause we rockin the boat and in control like a remote So I pack a 38-page rap book, put your gun away And yell 'truce!' before I have to get loose and run away With the title I've already won, don't mean to brag Kendal blew up like a rocket, and I get down like a sag I nag rappers that don't follow my lead, and if they need Assistance they get dragged the distance in a bag The Jones' for life, throw up a J if they ever say Who's runnin this town But don't ever let us get you down
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