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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 might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you with that, I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I ain't out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
on the mic and make a wish
This is set to soothe and move you
Party people now 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 Pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, seduce ya
Don't take my word, introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I bust in
Grab a microphone and start dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and if
I was a mute, I'd still boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and play ya like a flute
To you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, drop some beats on
crowd, pump it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's time for hell to be
As I kick lyrics on the beats Hurb made
at my side with a shotgun
A little I just had some
Wicked I say, the girl play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there 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 that's me on MCs
I'm not gonna your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is G's?
Save that crap, I got my to rap to
to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For being
I grip the like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic show it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my and sisters
All in all ten billion listeners
Lend me ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year