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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will soon 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, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a 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 kiss the butt of this
Blow on the mic and a wish
This groove is set to soothe and you
people 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 a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa a power booster
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't my word, I'll introduce her
I don't no introduction, I just bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal this
Swift-lipped vocalists and also if
I was a mute, I'd still boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please drop some on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I kick some lyrics on the Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A action? I just had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit 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 know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad is makin' G's?
Save that crap, I got my 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
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear when you want to
The and ripest sound of the year