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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a to attack you with a bad rap
That can the smile off your face Jack
So start no crap
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 so, boy, then pucker up
And the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now time 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 trooper
My Pepa she's a power booster
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't my word, I'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I just 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 still boots
Put up dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
To you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, please drop some on
crowd, pump it up loud
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
Wicked I say, the girl don't
skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a 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 gonna your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm supposed to E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad is makin' G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The hypest and sound of the year