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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do smooth and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't with that, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your 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 think so, boy, pucker up
And kiss the butt of this
on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party people now it's to

Get up
I think the sound 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 partner she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce 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 deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and 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, drop some beats on
crowd, pump it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I kick lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl don't
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there 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 that's me on MCs
I'm not gonna your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, phenominal
You didn't know? Yeah, right, 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 grip the like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes I'll ya
like a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten listeners
me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the