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  • Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
    The mic will sing soon as
    I touch it
    Do this smooth and easy like
    So we might get hyped in here tonight
    Be nice, relax,
    MC's further back
    If you ain't with that
    I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
    That can smack the smile off your face
    Jack So don't start no crap
    Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
    As we do it to you in your earhole
    Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker
    And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
    And kiss the butt of this lyricist
    Blow on the mic and make a wish
    This groove is set to soothe and move you
    Party people now it's time to
    Get up, I think the sound will make you
    Get up, word up,
    I swear you got to
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Spinderella my
    DJ's a turntable trooper
    My partner
    Pepa she's a power booster
    Word to life,
    I swear, she'll seduce ya
    Don't take my word,
    I'll introduce her
    I don't need no introduction,
    I just bust in
    Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
    So-called lyricists can never deal with this
    Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
    I was a mute,
    I'd still knock boots
    Put up your dukes, troop, and
    I'm-a play ya like a flute
    To show you all on me you can't sleep on
    Spinderella, please drop some beats on
    This crowd, pump it up loud
    Gimme a scratch, ok now
    It's time for hell to be raised
    As I kick some lyrics on the beats
    Hurb made
    Salt's at my side with a shotgun
    A little action?
    I just had some
    What can I say?
    The girl don't play
    Gonna skip town on
    Judgement
    Day So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
    The record's called "Get Up",
    I think you better do it
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Salty that's me flippin' on
    MCs I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength,
    I'll be Def, dumb, ****, completely phenominal
    You didn't know?
    Yeah, right, come on now
    Oh, I'm supposed to believe
    E-M-C-E-E's
    Are glad Salt is makin'
    G's? Save that crap,
    I got my public to rap to
    Tried to play me out,
    I ought to slap you, punk
    For being disrespectful
    I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
    Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes
    I'll bury ya
    Hyped like a poet, on the mic
    I'll show it
    Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it
    Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop
    Lovers, are my brothers and sisters
    All in all over ten billion listeners
    Lend me your ear when you want to hear
    The hypest and ripest sound of the year
    Get up, everybody get up...
  • Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
    The mic will sing soon as
    I touch it
    Do this smooth and easy like
    So we might get hyped in here tonight
    Be nice, relax,
    MC's further back
    If you ain't with that
    I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
    That can smack the smile off your face
    Jack So don't start no crap
    Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
    As we do it to you in your earhole
    Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker
    And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
    And kiss the butt of this lyricist
    Blow on the mic and make a wish
    This groove is set to soothe and move you
    Party people now it's time to
    Get up, I think the sound will make you
    Get up, word up,
    I swear you got to
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Spinderella my
    DJ's a turntable trooper
    My partner
    Pepa she's a power booster
    Word to life,
    I swear, she'll seduce ya
    Don't take my word,
    I'll introduce her
    I don't need no introduction,
    I just bust in
    Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
    So-called lyricists can never deal with this
    Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
    I was a mute,
    I'd still knock boots
    Put up your dukes, troop, and
    I'm-a play ya like a flute
    To show you all on me you can't sleep on
    Spinderella, please drop some beats on
    This crowd, pump it up loud
    Gimme a scratch, ok now
    It's time for hell to be raised
    As I kick some lyrics on the beats
    Hurb made
    Salt's at my side with a shotgun
    A little action?
    I just had some
    What can I say?
    The girl don't play
    Gonna skip town on
    Judgement
    Day So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
    The record's called "Get Up",
    I think you better do it
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Get up, everybody get up
    Salty that's me flippin' on
    MCs I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength,
    I'll be Def, dumb, ****, completely phenominal
    You didn't know?
    Yeah, right, come on now
    Oh, I'm supposed to believe
    E-M-C-E-E's
    Are glad Salt is makin'
    G's? Save that crap,
    I got my public to rap to
    Tried to play me out,
    I ought to slap you, punk
    For being disrespectful
    I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
    Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes
    I'll bury ya
    Hyped like a poet, on the mic
    I'll show it
    Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it
    Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop
    Lovers, are my brothers and sisters
    All in all over ten billion listeners
    Lend me your ear when you want to hear
    The hypest and ripest sound of the year
    Get up, everybody get up...