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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do this smooth and easy
So we get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off face Jack
So don't no crap
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And the butt of this lyricist
on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party people now it's to

Get up
I think the sound will you (get up)
up, I swear you got to (get up)
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Spinderella my DJ's a turntable
My partner Pepa she's a booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't take my word, introduce her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal with
Swift-lipped vocalists either and if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a ya like a flute
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
skip town on Judgement Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I think you do it

Get up
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Salty that's me on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are Salt is makin' G's?
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For being
I the microphone like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the