Jump Around - Basspulse

Well, I don't know where this road will take me But here we go The world awaits, I'll pull the weight Of a journey unknown An ode to the kingdom For we are not where we belong But we shall find freedom And run this super marathon Let's-a Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down I'm stepping in into the sunshine Bombs away, bombs away! The rainbow road will bring me to fields of gold today That's okay with me An ode to the kingdom For we are not where we belong But we shall find freedom And run this super marathon Let's-a Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go I've been dreaming about freedom Breathe in without worrying 'bout the things I'm leaving And I'll see them, I want to meet A couple like-minded people in a like-minded region If I'm unable to see the odyssey ahead of me A galaxy above the trees, just let it all, let it all be Superstars, they will lead the way to you The way to you To you To you (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down

Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel'in, funk'in Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that at a dunkin Donut shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping on me you'll get burned If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try'in ta step to me you'll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Jump Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk