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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do smooth and easy like
So we might get hyped in tonight
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to attack you a bad rap
That can the smile 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 ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of this
Blow on the mic and make a
This groove is set to and move you
Party now it's time to

Get up
I think the will 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 a power booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, introduce her
I don't no introduction, I just bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called can never deal with this
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and 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 for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb
Salt's at my side with a
A little action? I had some
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 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 waste 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 Salt is G's?
that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you,
For being
I grip the microphone a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of I'll 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 billion
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year