Lyrics:

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Intro: Common + scratched voices]
Yeah, let's go, turn it up
Introducin' World Famous Beat Junkies
J. Rocc
Here's the sound and substance of the world's hottest entertainment
Yeah, uh
Let's pause for a moment
I got my man with me

[Verse 1: Common]
Get up get up, and rock, and rock
The humm the humm and knock and knock
You out the atmosphere
This rap here something that I felt in the moment
Of truth, opponents in the booth
Inspired, is what I write, fire like 'roof'
They say that I'm as hot as the block is
I say that I'm as cold as the dark is
Moms sit in the cut
Tryin' to get my niggas in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his chest like Cody nut
Smokin' his cess, he blow it up
As it escaped out the window
I'm a symbol of sex, revolution and tecs on the death
When niggas shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O double
Get your paper, we stay up out of trouble nigga

[Bridge: J Dilla]
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin'
Get, get, get up get up
Get get get, get, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin'
Get, get, get up get up
Get get up, get, get up, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin'
Get, get, get up get up
I get get, get up, get up yeah

[Verse 2: Common]
Get up niggas, get live ladies
Since the early 80's I rock the planet daily
Radio Rasheed this is how I do when I write things
The party for your right to fight scenes
Baby girl you as young as the nice seams on tight jeans
Should have been Kahlua or ice cream
My pipe dream's long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try to control that shit so my soul don't get
Dirty for some girly, unworthy of the flowers
I admit that I got strange powers
Brain towers like the Eiffel, leaning through life cycle
Hold the Bible and a rifle
That they do me like Mike though
Give me in the spotlight, turn the lights low
Make you wanna holler like tooti
I abuse the disciple
Beats, streets meets speaks mind, times and life yo
Get up

[Outro: J Dilla]
There it is, it's like that
Yup, yeah know how we do it