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