Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
Verse 2
stop fighting that feeling
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Let me entertain you
And interphase you, with the new sound
Sound is the side and
the Phar is the cyde
And no matter who you are,
you know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun
or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are
(Da- na- na- na)
Come in, and commence to the
sound of my drumming
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fight ing that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fight ing that feeling
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You gotta get on up off of that
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bullshit, stop fight ing that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
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Time to go all
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the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare
or play with it
Cause we're committed to
the seeds of the new breeds
The mothership of dreams where fiends
breast feed
Step through reality into reality
So surreal you'll feel you
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never knew reality
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Until it stood still now
your far from a lie
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When the truth tantalizes your
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eyes, see we already in the skies
Or outer space,
standing here on the face of this earth
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To the state to the grid of my turf
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Where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves
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Be it small to others, but yo,
it's bigger than love
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They did a cross examination
of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our
relations through translations
That's not the ticket
Breaking codes in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics
Verse 5
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feel ing
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop
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fighting that feeling
Verse 6
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Yo, when money talks fools
are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced,
blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hindrance
for them to rise
When they going to recognize,
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time waits for no man
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When you going to stand and
Get up off of that bullshit,
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and stop fighting that feeling?
Verse 7
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Now let me change the topic just a bit
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Talk about the ips with the fat
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ass and tits
Comin' to the club,
looking for a star
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Ain't got ten dollars for a drink
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at the bar
Scoping around,
looking for the best dressed
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Smelling for the indo passing
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up the stress
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Sniff sniff, yo, what does the ip smell?
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A brother like Suave with a
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pocket that swell
Action was thrown, the ip was blown
Next thing you know,
I had her at my home!
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All alone, object to get paid
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Only thing that happened
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was a ass got laid!
Now no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue,
but believe I'm well hung
So lesson well learned for all
you club hopping hoes
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It ain't about the stardom and it
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ain't about the dough, so
Verse 8
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
stop fighting that feeling
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
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You gotta get on up off of that bullshit,
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stop fighting that feeling
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