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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this and easy like
So we get hyped 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 off your face Jack
So don't start no
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 a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now time to

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

Spinderella my a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
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 drop some on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
I say, the girl don't play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a poo-putt
The record's called "Get Up", I think you do it

Get up
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Salty me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, 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 glad is makin' 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 pitbull
Yes, but I'm
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped a poet, on the mic I'll show 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 listeners
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the