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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 get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your Jack
So don't no crap
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't going out a sucker
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's to

Get up
I think the sound will 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
take my word, I'll introduce her
I don't no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and start dustin'
So-called can never deal with this
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd still knock
Put up your dukes, troop, and play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can't on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I kick some on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side 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 like a poo-putt stupid
The record's "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 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 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 the microphone like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes I'll ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show 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 ten billion listeners
me your ear when you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year