Get Up Get Off
Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian
You gotta get up gotta get up
If you wanna get
I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes
And I hate everybody that I
See not feelin' my groove
I like rhymes that be quick as
We be takin' the bar
But I hate everybody that
Don't like electric guitars, and I
Hate people that can't a dose of
They medicine – fuck ‘em
We're better‘n ‘em – they's no
One, do not compare ‘em, and I
Twista spit the flow so hard it
Might show them the force
I'd like to see somebody talkin' shit
Get turned up a corpse
Only models with the ones that
Got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor
And ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll
But
Hate phony-ass people, and I
Hate having no droll, and I
Hate bougey-ass clubs that don't
Be havin' no bitches
That bring it down to the floor, and I
Hate when I can't help somebody, and I
Hate when I ain't got dough, and I
Hate if you ain't feelin' Twista and Prodigy
Rockin' loose and partly losing control
You gotta get up if you wanna get off
You gotta get up gotta get up
If you wanna get
Keep your eyes open just so that
I can stop you from blinkin'
Make you play Russian Roulette and try
To see what you're thinkin'
Through the hole in your dome
While I'm holding my own
Get so cold in the zone
I'm destroying my clone
I can fill a fuckin' room
Up with torture and pain
Blood of the lyrical Dracula
Is coursing my veins
It's the trilogy of terror
Real MC from my era then I spit some vocal
Agility that'll scare ya, because I