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Ok, y'all, is it now bust 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 your face
So start no crap
Givin' a bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party now it's time to

Get up
I the sound will make 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 a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
take my word, I'll introduce her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never 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 ya like a flute
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please some beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I kick lyrics on the beats Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna skip on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I 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 didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is makin'
that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For being
I grip the microphone a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes I'll ya
like a poet, on the mic I'll show 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 billion
Lend me your ear when you want to
The hypest and ripest of the year