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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do smooth and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off face Jack
So start no crap
a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, then up
And the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This is set to soothe and move you
people now it's time to

Get up
I think the 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 trooper
My partner Pepa she's a power
to life, I swear, she'll seduce 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
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a
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 time for hell to be
As I kick some on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the girl don't
skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there 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 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 G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a pitbull
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten billion
me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year