Ahmad – The Jones’

Don’t let the jones’ get you down

(get you down)

(don’t let the jone’s get you down)

[ bölüm 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

[ bölüm 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

[ bölüm 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

Don’t let the jones’ get you down