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Mpmania Mix 39

J.I.D & Kenny Mason – Dance Now (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Watch the music video for the “Dance Now” collaboration by J.I.D & Kenny Mason. The track was co-produced by Aviad & Christo.

J.i.d & Kenny Mason Dance Now

J.i.d & Kenny Mason Dance Now

It’s about that time for JID to return with brand new heat and he’s kicking off the beginning of the week with huge news. The Dreamville standout has been a formidable force in Hip Hop as he helps usher in a new wave of lyricism out of Atlanta, and this evening (August 8), he has shared that his anticipated forthcoming album is on the way.

In a press release, JID & Co. revealed that The Forever Story is already available for pre-order and to celebrate the announcement, we’ve received a new single, “Dance Now.” The music video for the track will arrive Tuesday morning, but for now, the Aviad and Christo-produced single is on all other major streaming platforms. You’ll find JID beasting through bars over a beat that will make listeners bounce, and it’s poised for any mood as you kick back and listen to the rapper showcase the art of Hip Hop storytelling.

J.I.D & Kenny Mason – Dance Now (prod. Aviad & Christo)

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Lyrics

[Intro: JID]
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum
Aye, aye, aye, a-bum-bum-bum, aye
Look, look

[Verse 1: JID]
J-I-D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say “JID a scribbler, he silly with it”
“When he spittin’, I hope he don’t sell his soul”
“He should be good, man, he signed to Cole”
“He from the hood, nigga, down the road”
“He was just juggin’ right by the store”
Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor runnin’ on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruisin’ with the blammer
In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omerettà decide
They just gon’ let that Beretta fly
‘Cause you niggas buggin’, spray pesticides
It’s me and the bros, it’s no extra guys
And they movin’ weight, it’s no exercise
We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showin’ muscle when it’s flexin’ time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Lemme bear it all when I’m tellin’ God
You know I’ma rant when I talk to Jah

[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Nigga say that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dappin’ no hand, sanitize
We gon’ slide on your man, landslide
There’s a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon’ try to recant, you can’t now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I’ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah)
To live in the land of sin (Uh)
Ridin’ with bags and bricks (Uh)
And my lil’ nasty chick (Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
That’s what I asked of Him (Uh)
Told me He’d grant my wish (Yeah)
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You’ll never dance again (Oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(I’m not a—, I’m not a—, uh)

[Verse 2: JID]
I’m not a two-steppin’ man, I said, “I do not dance”
It’s a gun inside my pants, and the whole world’s in his hands (Dance)
It depends, penny for your sins (For your sins)
Shootin’ up the block, can’t stop revenge (Oh)
Nappy dreadlocks like a rasta man (Rasta man)
Where the story ends and the plot begins
Uh, look, momma said, “The messiah’s in moccasins
Tryna save the kids in them apartments
And show a way to live with other options”
Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it
I could cop the newest Bimmer, Bentley or Balenciaga’s
I could pay for this lil’ nigga scholarship
I ain’t caught up in rap nigga politics
Play with me and you playin’ yourself
Playin’ with death, say him a prayer
Cathy and Carl got a K on the shelf
I’m in DeKalb County open-carryin’, caterin’, chef
Cookin’ up another plate of the best
Me and Christo got it poppin’ like it’s Crisco
Fried chicken, I’m lickin’ her thighs
Then I put my face in her breasts
I took a drive, my plug on the West side
Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys
With the hammer on Campbellton, headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That’s a felony charge, he caught a F
Niggas come to the A and get X’d out (X)
But I only been here ’cause I’m tryna help
Only one you can help is yourself now

[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Nigga say that I can’t, damn lie
Ain’t dappin’ no hand, sanitize
We gon’ slide on your man, landslide
There’s a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon’ try to recant, you can’t now
I could step on a ant, ant pile
I’ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sin (Uh)
Ridin’ with bags and bricks
And my lil’ nasty chick (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
That’s what I asked of Him
Told me He’d grant my wish
You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)
You’ll never dance again (Oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Outro: Kenny Mason & Jesse Royal]
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination
Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Positive vibrations bring real liberation (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
It’s the will of the heart, the strength of the mind
And the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

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