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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do this and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can the smile off your face Jack
So don't start no
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I going out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a
groove is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's 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 a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa 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
a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called can never 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 drop some on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I kick lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side a shotgun
A action? I just had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna skip on Judgement 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, completely
You didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are glad Salt is G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to you, punk
For disrespectful
I the microphone like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, hip-hop
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten listeners
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The and ripest sound of the year