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Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it Do this smooth and easy like The mic will sing soon as I touch it 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 So don't start no crap That can smack the smile off your face Jack Givin' a little bit of heart and soul Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker And if you think so, boy, then pucker up As we do it to you in your earhole Blow on the mic and make a wish And kiss the butt of this lyricist 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 So-called lyricists can never deal with this Grab a microphone and then start dustin' 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 It's time for hell to be raised Gimme a scratch, ok now As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made Gonna skip town on Judgement Day A little action? I just had some Salt's at my side with a shotgun What can I say? The girl don't play 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, dope, completely phenominal You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now Are glad Salt is makin' G's? Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E'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...
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