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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and like
So we get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face
So don't start no
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to and move you
Party people now it's 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 she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't no introduction, I just bust 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 show you all on me you can't on
Spinderella, drop some 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 Hurb made
Salt's at my side with a
A little action? I had some
I say, the girl don't play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I think you 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 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 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
fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
me your ear when you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year