作词 : Clem
作曲 : Clem
Microphone check, microphone check, actions over words, actions over words, actions over words, let's go
Get up, stand up, get up, stand up Get up, stand up, get up, stand up
Uh huh, uh huh,
yessir, yessir,
de la, de la,
get 'er, get 'er, get 'er
VERSE
A doughty man with dirty hands from building plans at burning man, observing them that's murking lands, it's hurting planets, turning fans to thirsty answer seeking, see king, we see the shrinking,
plot thickens pushin' wolf tickets hoodwinking.
Critics'll quibble “Clem's rhymes are terrible
let's knock em down the pegs till the world thinks he's drivel but let's be civil, or at least sensible
he's a silly mutha funka that makes ya ribs tickle”
watch the trickle, before he burst's through the crack with enough brute force to knock the world off its axis.
Don't be mad by the way that he dances,
heavy weight, floating butterfly, in ya face like Cassius,
who molded the clay into Mohamad Ali,
who said the fight is won far from where other eyes can see, and when his mind conceived, then he started to believe,
and kept puttin' in work until the day he could achieve.
CHORUS X4
Get up stand up and conceive it
Get up stand up and believe it
Put in work and keep puttin' in work
and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it
REPEAT: VERSE X1
CHORUSX4