Okay, 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 ear hole 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 Okay 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 Judgment 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, dope, completely phenomenal 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 pit bull 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 hypiest and ripest sound of the year Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, get up, get up, get up © WB MUSIC CORP.; SONS OF K-OSS MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com