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• Artiste: Rootwords
• Titre: Get Up
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[VERSE 1] [RW]I woke up early morning in a good mood Smile shining off my face like a good dude My copper brown skin reflecting sunlight from the window Freshly squeezed O.J eject the hight of the indo Exercise? Fuck that No need to work on my charm I’ll hit the club and lift a few drinks to work on my arm But that’s for later The alpha – beta When she’ programmed to pass the data So I can date her, mate her But I’m in no lustful mind I’m in no fuss with time I’m in no rush I’m fine Chilling like a villain in my rap cave Still ready for an MC to act brave Already shaved like a boss I’ll never slave once in my life at any cost I aim high just to reach the top Move like I don’t understand the meaning of stop Until I drop [HOOK] I make you wanna Get up – Get up Clap your hands Run a muck and do away with your plans And not give a Get up I’m ’bout it ’bout it No doubt about it Go see my click you can ask ‘em about it I make ya Get up When you hear the bass line pump From the speaker in the front Or the bottom of the trunk You just (Get the fuck up) And let loose Don’t worry ’bout nothing just get loose [VERSE 2] [LARYNX]Spark a blunt and sit back while I spit crack Over this sick track Drop jewels and give back To my community Rip tracks brutally Sip Jack usually Groupies, nothing new to me Done it since a teen Running with my team Gunning for my dreams Having fun with your queen While you at work Killing every rap verse Till gats burst And I’m put in a black hurst uh Put my heart in every sentence Commit minor offenses Never violence that’s senseless uh For this paper I’m relentless Never giving up Till my crew lives it up What, uh That’s how it’s supposed to be Explicit poetry When I spit it you know it’s me Strictly business I don’t get involved socially Chicks get excited by what I do vocally uh I collaborate with great minds Bring heat like what thugs keep in their waistline Escaping crimes by creating rhymes Raised in the west with an African state of mind [HOOK]