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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, MC's further
If you ain't with that, have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face
So don't start no
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I ain't going out a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party people now time to

Get up
I the sound 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 DJ's a trooper
My partner Pepa she's a power
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start
So-called lyricists can never deal with
vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I'd still boots
Put up dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
To you all on me you can't 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 beats Hurb
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl don't
Gonna skip town on Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The called "Get Up", I think you better do it

Get up
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Salty me flippin' 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 to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad is makin' G's?
that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to you, punk
For being
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
fa-so-la ti-do 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 sound of the