"Shake Up" lyrics

Shake up the Earth, people
Come on

Rahzwell, don't slip, shake up
Rahzwell, don't slip, shake up
Rahzwell, don't slip, shake up
Rahzwell, don't slip, shake up

Divin' into oblivion
Hittin' chins *livin them*
Rippin' them apart, like a job at the shark
I don't bark; I just bite
Even though on the mic
So when I wake up
I shake up with all of my might
Hold your breath
I'm out of control like death
In control like refs
Too many rap-a-rack
Saturated
Filled with checks
Live sets
Oh bet, invade ya less with my career
Or in your mind
This thing that own in time
Or which my music relies
Abusedly live
Refusing, you try
Now do or die
My dialect is elective
I educate
Or respect
Id respirated by congregations that never made it
Debated and never dated
Stay fresh and concentrated

Ay-yo-yo
Prof
Yo Prof
Prof, wake the fuck up
Y-You nee-Yo you need to wake up

Alright, alright, I'm up already
Enough already
Revision is sounded
My sound is heavy, ah
So count how many
People live-rap by the collars and shook
Wake the fuck up man; Its time that all of them look
All of them pay
Trippy to the honorable haze
Like a comet I blaze
Until their mind is amazed
Wade
You can call me Hot-Rod-Erotica
Lemme, gimme; is really swimmin' in tears and all

I'm proof that my mom likes to fuck
I ain't twisted
Just get with it
That's how I grew up
I get down
Rahzwell gets down
With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound
Revolutionarys
Count
This is an event
Wet
I'm in the jumpsuit, cruisin' in a Corvette
Shit don't add up, dog
Just count the numbers
You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber
Oh no
I don't know no limit
Oh no, bro
Is it the gold finish
Cold english
I spit hits in bold english

Y'all so live it and kill it, the slow minute
Recently the best MCs, but so evenly
I'm changin' pace when reducing the old scenery
Believe in me
Lab tested; Clinically prooved
Wanna start a cypher
Bitch, I been in the mood
Been in the groove
Since my old days in the high tops
You miss like a cyclops
Looking through a by-knox
Why not set the alarm, we'll leave quickly
I'm like a limp dick, you don't fuck with me

Don't sleep
Dance, dodge
Bullets'll smash the bomb's shake up
The fuck-face-up
The feels fresh
Damn
Let it g-get close
Open up the coast
Overdose rollarcoast
Wet it till it better sweat, oh
Constantly false
I know enough cops to cover a sub
Don't entertain a flame and not expect the shit to blow up
Still create mass appeal; I'm national
Sought after like the Holy Grail
Fuck what, you know me
Homie tell
Forward lickers; Unattainable
90% of feature MCs don't got the heart to start a parable

I'm proof that my dad likes to fuck
I ain't twisted
Just get with it
That's how I grew up
I get down
The Dark Prof gets down
With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound
Revolutionarys
Count
This is an event
Wet
I'm on the bicycle
'Cause I got the light sense
Shit don't add up, dawg
Just count the numbers
You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber

Original honk stoppers
Given the hard offer
Original shot doctors
Give it the hard offer
Original shot doctors

[*Snores*]

[*Alarm Clock*]

[*Whispers*]
Shake up the earth people
Come on

Wake your ass up

Then shake that ass up 4 weeks out of the month
9 to 5 provide live
Get what you want
Shake that ass up 4 weeks out of the month
9 to 5 provide live
Get what you want

Prof gets down
Rahzwell gets down
With the mavricks in this tavern, and you love our sound
Revolutionarys
Count
This is an event
Wet
I'm in the jumpsuit
Cruisin' in your Corvette
Shit don't add up, dawg
Just count the numbers
You know I'm seen like the original Bronx bomber
Oh no
I don't know no limit
Oh no, bro
Is it the gold finish
Oh no
I don't know no limit
Oh no, bro
Is it the gold finish

Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Do it like a white girl

Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Boom-chicka
Do it like a black gurl