| Oh It’s Cozmo
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| Hahahaha, yeah
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| Back from the far reaches of the galaxy
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| The original funk mob of hip-hop has returned
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| Say don’t you hear the sound (say don’t you hear the sound)
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| Jam On is getting down (Jam On is getting down)
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| Three words to the wack, check the styles
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| Cos I’m a drop the kind of flavour that only comes from many miles
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| Of walking in hip-hop mocassins
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| I can sense a new day dawning when it’s yesterday morning
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| So I’ll be flipping whatever scripts you’re selling
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| Old school, new school, whatever school, whatever rules
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| Cos it ain’t about being old to this or new to this
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| Just true to this and I’m a give you proof of this you couldn’t miss
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| So watch me jam on this one, that one
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| Whichever one you’re coming from
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| Just pass me the mic and the job is done love love
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| Who do I remind you of?
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| Then you hear me say it’s Cozmo D and you smile
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| Cos all the while you thought we was gone
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| But as long as there’s hip-hop there’s gonna be Jam On
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| From coast to coast, hill to hill, sea to sea
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| Jam On is still rocking, everybody still screams
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| Jam on this, jam on that, I’m singing
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| Jam on’s back we don’t be playing pass the mic and we bless it
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| Open up your books, sit on down and take a lesson
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| Old school’s back in session
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| Jam on this, jam on that (x8)
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| Say don’t you hear the sound (Say don’t you hear the sound)
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| Jam on is getting down (Jam on is getting down)
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| Allow me to introduce myself once again it’s Chilly B
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| And I’m back
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| So let’s begin, a-microphone check one-two (one two)
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| Make you wanna jam do the bugaloo
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| What you wanna do when the beat gets in you
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| You can’t continue, with these styles that I’m running up in you
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| I come with that Brooklyn flow, you didn’t know
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| You throw your hands up and yell ho (ho)
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| I take my sweet time to conserve my energy
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| To maintain some strength and present unique agility
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| Like Sly and that Family of Stone, I take you higher
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| I never tire, all that’s required is to start the fire
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| Is my desire to show off my skills, I shoot to kill
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| They drop bad will, we’re rocking the mic still
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| In case the first time you didn’t learn
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| Cozmo’s taking another turn to burn
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| You take a C, an O and a Z
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| Then you ask, better lay low cos you know the M-O
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| And the funky D’s coming back at your neck napes like a bad haircut
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| Pop emcee’s better duck
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| Check it while I put the old school flow on
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| Kick the mad lyrics that’ll make you suckers go on
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| Down like a three dollar hoe on a trick
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| Wearing out your knees whie you’re working that dic-tionary
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| Looking up words and synonyms
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| Y’all keep studying, I’ll collect the dividends
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| The cheese, the cheddar and whatever else you call it
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| The large and the small of it, I’m taking all of it
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| Because I’m still the master of the bassline
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| Rocking to a beat that kicks harder than a tech-nine
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| '84 I made history the first time
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| New millenium you know I’m gonna go for mine
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| Back with a vengeance on the m-i-c
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| It’s Cozmo D, yeah baby that’s me
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| With the fat tracks, the pack rats and the stacked sacks
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| Dropping hip-hop flavour to the max |