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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic sing soon as I touch it
Do smooth and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a to attack you with a bad rap
That can the smile off your face Jack
So don't no crap
Givin' a bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I going out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the of this lyricist
on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and you
Party now it's time to

Get up
I think the sound will 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, she'll ya
take my word, I'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I just in
Grab a and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never with 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 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 made
Salt's at my with a shotgun
A action? I just had some
Wicked I say, the girl don't
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a 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 gonna your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
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 crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to you, punk
For being
I grip the microphone a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes I'll ya
like a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the