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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do this smooth and like
So we might get hyped in tonight
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off face Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a little bit of 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 the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now time to

Get up
I the sound 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 turntable
My partner Pepa she's a booster
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, introduce her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal with
Swift-lipped either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can't on
Spinderella, please some beats on
crowd, pump it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the don't play
Gonna skip 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 me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are Salt is makin' G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a 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
me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year