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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic sing soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
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 start no crap
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
Blow on the mic and a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
people now it's time to

Get up
I think the sound 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 Pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't need no introduction, I just in
Grab a and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can 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 show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please some beats on
This crowd, it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the don't play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a 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 me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, phenominal
You didn't know? Yeah, right, 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 to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of I'll bury ya
Hyped a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year