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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy
So we might get in here tonight
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 smile off your Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a 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
Blow on the mic and make a
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's to

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

Spinderella my DJ's a turntable
My partner Pepa she's a power
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start
So-called lyricists can never deal with
Swift-lipped vocalists either and if
I was a mute, I'd still knock
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a
To show you all on me you can't 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 some lyrics on the Hurb made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit like a poo-putt 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 your 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 Salt is G's?
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me ear when you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year