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Ok, y'all, this is it now it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this and easy like
So we might get hyped in tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't with that, I'm-a to attack you with a bad rap
can smack the smile off your 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 kiss the 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)
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 she's a booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll her
I don't need no introduction, I bust in
Grab a microphone and start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal this
vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I'd still knock
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya a flute
To show you all on me you can't on
Spinderella, please drop beats on
This crowd, it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats made
Salt's at my side with a
A little action? I had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a poo-putt
The record's "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 gonna waste your 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 disrespectful
I grip the like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll 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
me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the