.:.:. Xanga .:.:.
Me .:.:.
You! .:.:.
Look N Feel .:.:. Leave .:.:. Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move
It gots the feelin' that makes me wanna do my do
Got me feelin' joy, turn my grey sky blue
And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'... That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
A serenade, a soul and so beware
And what's happenin' here, seek one to help you
Feelin' a piece of mind, let your spine unwind
Maybe in time you can stop this crime
But until then, yo I'm-a rock a rhyme sayin'... That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got feelin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got meanin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
Got the state's appeal with the joint's that real
I don't need no steel to make my point
Get down and dirty cuz that's my joint
Ha! We preferably make all points
Through a nation we build off the musical field
Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel
Any time or place, on stage in ya face
Over tea in Earth and outer space
Because we rock that *shit*, we flip that *shit*
Some east coast west coast cosmic *shit*
Some north bound *shit*, some some south bound *shit*
Some overseas London out of town *shit*
Rockin' the joint, rockin' the jams
Turn that shit up, play it again cuz...
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got feelin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got meanin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
Names Alex..I'm in Grade 11 at Degrassi Community School. So if you have a problem with anything I say go there and ask for Alex and tell me to my face. Bunch of scared sissies who say shit behind a monitor and keyboard, but don't got no guts to say it from ur mouth. Suckers. If your a chick I'll punch you out myself, if your a dude I'd punch you out myself too but my boyfriend, Jay, would probably want to take the liberty of doing that for me. School's been pretty crazy recently. This psychofreak kid brought a gun to school cuz he couldn't handle being publicly humiliated and ended up getting himself killed. Whatever... I got some stuff to do, see you guys later.
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