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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 hyped in here
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a 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 ain't out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the butt of this
Blow on the mic and a wish
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party people now time to

Get up
I the sound 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 turntable
My partner she's a power booster
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't no introduction, I just 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 knock
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 beats on
crowd, pump it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna skip town on Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I think you do it

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

Salty that's me on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your 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 glad Salt is makin'
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
Tried to play me out, I to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a pitbull
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll 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 listeners
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year