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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy
So we get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face
So start no crap
Givin' a bit of heart 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 kiss the butt of this
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 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 trooper
My partner Pepa she's a booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll 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 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 time for to be raised
As I kick some on the beats Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the don't play
skip town on Judgement Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt 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 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 to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are Salt is makin' G's?
that 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 rhymes I'll 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, even
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all over ten billion
Lend me ear when you want to hear
The hypest and sound of the year