You got to get up
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If you wanna get-
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I hate people that ain’t movin’ their shoes
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and I hate everybody that I see not feelin’ my groove
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I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin’ the bar
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but I hate everybody that don’t like electric guitars and I
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hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin’ with venom... and I
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twista... show them the force I’d like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
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only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya’ll
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but I hate phony ass people
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and I hate having no dro
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and I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don’t be havin no bitches that break it down to the floor
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and I hate when I can’t help somebody
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and I hate when I ain’t got dough
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and I hate everyone feelin twista and prodigy rockin’ music party music control
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You’ve got to get up
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If you wanna get off
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Keep your eyes open... so I can stop you from blinkin
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Make you feel... try to see what you’re thinkin
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Through the hole in your dome while I’m holding my own
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Get so cold in the zone I’m destroying my clone
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I can fill the fuckin’ room up with torture and pain..
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lyrical... is coursing my veins
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It’s the trilogy of terror... from my era
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... agility that I scare ya because I hate ya’ll
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Get Up Get Off
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| The Prodigy |
