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get up - blank lyrics

get up!
i’m setting up a groove in the back
get up!
blank is raising up the roof. that’s a fact
get up!
get up! (check it)
yo yo

i’m above you like a bird brain increase the murder rate
if you never heard of me i’m back like vertebra
they give me loyalty that of a fair commissioner
the only time you have fans with a broken air-conditioner
you’re royalty, b-tch, i rinse jars
i’ll make a princess die when i come in like prince charles
you [?] see you came into the gynecologist’s office with you girl
the doctor looked at you first like you the p-ssy
you wrote a rhyme but it was played, you were too late
the only punchline you ever put in your mouth was kool-aid
you’ll get boxed and beat on
oh, mama, i’m so sorry but my delivery special like oxy need on
bananas [?] [?] [?] i got jungle lips
the only time you had 16 bars was when you bought box of chocolates
i’m strong like moonshine you better watch you liver
you lines are so week it’s as fragile when you deliver ’em

get up!
i’m setting up a groove in the back
get up!
blank is raising up the roof. that’s a fact
i’m setting up any compet-tor ready to be repet-tive additive
i’m better than any compet-tor betted on me after i had a fifth
get up!
upsetting every dude with a crack
get up!
’cause blank is the only truth in the pack
i’m setting up any compet-tor ready to be repet-tive additive
i’m better than any compet-tor betted on me after i had

my an efficient vision of inefficient
got me deficient in a mission of compet-tion and intermission
but i’m ill, son, you need me like tom hanks needs wilson
i heard you girl had a baby boy – say h-llo to my little son
after my text noise who’s next, boys?
oh, wait, i forgot you’re a lonely f-ck like s-x toys
you make virgins less virgin watching you, sicko
when they shake your hand that the closest to get to touching a p-ssy
i don’t do shows i just talk sh-t mostly
’cause after i do a show they say i’m fake like kashpirovsky
if you got a ghostwriter then i got a spirit to fight
you thought [?] [?] [?] when i said i spit at the mic
i’m dope and i got my cheese too
you got no punchlines, rapper, armless people have more punches than you
blank will wear you out. when i give you a blast
you will see more hardware than a computer cl-ss

let’s get it on!
motherf-cker spin speeded on
got the black on white like sin city zone
got a sensitive arm you ain’t half as ill
i grab a silly rapper simply like daffodil
i laugh until you snap and admit i’m ill in deep
any melody i blow on i’m like toes on millipede
i got multiples you put [?] on a pillow p[?]
i take shots at you falls like the nose on artillery
like cloth on hillary, i’m straight like suit jacket
you moved to russia became a skinhead and still f-ggot
my crews back ’cause we don’t need to see no dude’s -ss
you don’t wanna f-ck with me like a prost-tute with gas
if i refuse to last who will you listen to?
rappers are so g-y these days they even p-ssing to
kinda of like prison dudes except n-body visits you
if my lyrics are punchlines then your ears are missing too

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