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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, further 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 don't no crap
a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party now it's time 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 DJ's a trooper
My partner Pepa she's a power
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't need no introduction, I just in
Grab a microphone and then dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can't on
Spinderella, please drop some on
This crowd, it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats made
Salt's at my side with a
A little I just had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna town 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, phenominal
You know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are Salt is makin' G's?
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
to play 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 I'll bury ya
like a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year