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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do this and easy like
So we might get hyped in here
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't with that, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face
So don't start no
a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of this
Blow on the mic and make a
groove is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's 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 she's a booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't my word, I'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal with
Swift-lipped vocalists and also if
I was a mute, I'd still boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's time for to be raised
As I kick some on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
I say, the girl don't play
Gonna skip on Judgement Day
So just sit there like 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 me flippin' on MCs
I'm not waste your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to E-M-C-E-E's
Are Salt is makin' G's?
that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought 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 fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the