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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this and easy like
So we might get hyped in tonight
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't with that, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face
So don't start no
a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And kiss the butt of this
on the mic and make a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now time to

Get up
I think the sound make you (get up)
Word up, I you got to (get up)
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Spinderella my a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa she's a booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't need no introduction, I just in
Grab a microphone and then start
So-called can never deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists and also if
I was a mute, I'd still knock
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya a flute
To you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb
Salt's at my side a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl don't
skip town on Judgement Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The called "Get Up", I think you better 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 time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are glad is makin' G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For being
I grip the like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year