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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and like
So we get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to you with a bad rap
That can the smile off your face Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, pucker up
And kiss the butt of 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 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 a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa a power booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
take my word, I'll introduce her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists and also if
I was a mute, I'd still knock
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya a flute
To you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, drop some beats 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 a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there 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 that's me on MCs
I'm not waste your time 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 G's?
that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
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
fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear when you want to
The hypest and sound of the year