Get Up

[Verse One: Rhymefest & Wale] Let’s get up, let’s get down I’m Rhymefest, yes, I’m from Chi-Town I rep DMV but I be’s from uptown Up-stock, up-rock, yes, it’s us now Touché, who say El Che don’t get pu-ssay? Who down low? That’s you, boy, you gay And I ain’t in the club buying drinks for grou-pies I buy ‘em all water like Bobby Boucher And bitches is boujee, yeah but bitches in groups They don’t listen to you, they like Tribe, you Lupe Wale, touché, two shades darker Y’all not gangstas, y’all not popping Like soda, rhyme backwards, young Yoda Die, will you come over? Hip-hop Lee Iacocca, model bitches stay coked up Takin' in the white, we sober, I'm doper [Break: Sample] Ain’t no words to this song You just dance and hum along No, there ain’t no words to this song You just dance and you hum along [Verse Two: Rhymefest, Wale, & Both] Y’all i stay focused, Lens-Craft poster child With a flow like no one, now Homie, y’all’s not blowing, y’all bring Super-soaker, Billy Ocean, y’all gotta grow up Watch y’all tone, y’all talking to a grown-up Young black mogul, concrete jungle I'm Mowgli, y’all can’t mold me, control what God has bestowed, we the hope of the culture Covert, I’m Bruce Lee with no shirt The Old Bastard with no dirt I play God, it ain’t hard, bitch, I make soul work You like a gangbanger with no turf, let’s get Back to the créme de la, Wale, I See me, myself and I like De La The King of all blacks, like Nelson Mandela April 21st is the day you gotta pay by That’s when we coming with the El Che album And the Wale album, we make it hot You better move, nigga, we finna take your spot And we don’t really give a fuck what you thinking ‘bout Let’s get back to business, back to business (yup!) Back to business, back to business (yup!) Back to business, back to business (yup!) Ayo Mark, what is this? (Now dance!) [Outro: Rhymefest] Yeah, get ready for El Che You know what? We gon’ do it like this Break it down, come on!