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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this smooth and like
So we might get hyped in here
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you with that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the off your face Jack
So don't no crap
a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I going out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And the butt of this lyricist
on the mic and make a wish
This is set to soothe and move 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 a turntable trooper
My Pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't my word, I'll introduce her
I don't no introduction, I just bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd still 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, it up loud
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 just had
I say, the girl don't play
Gonna skip town on Day
So don't just sit there 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 your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, phenominal
You know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is makin'
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I 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 ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten listeners
Lend me ear when you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year