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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do this and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't with that, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off face Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I going out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And kiss the of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party people now time 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 Pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't need no introduction, I just in
Grab a microphone and then dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal this
vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and play ya like a flute
To you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side a shotgun
A little I just had some
Wicked I say, the don't play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit like a poo-putt stupid
The record's "Get Up", I think you better do it

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

Salty me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, phenominal
You know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is makin'
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to you, punk
For being
I grip the microphone like a terrier
Yes, but I'm
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten listeners
me your ear when you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year