Chorus: Get ‘em up get ‘em up now. We got what you want now.  Fill your heart with some love now. Yall can start when it bump now
Crystal Cameron: What you know.  What you need.  What you want

Propaganda: Watch the prophet sit gently in the pocket, Propaganda got a word you ain’t stopping not a. Man the son of man gotta plan you ought to not plan to fail but set sail. Got what you need for the trip trip this it’s on disc disc, way to success is to learn to submit. Repent the Father said exactly what He meant, might want wings but you need feet of cement. Rooted in the truth son, blossom in the booth son, speak your heart like to listen it depends on you should know. Starts breath in your lungs confused like church folk on the definition of tongues. Take conviction correction it’s medicine, let Him in son confess to Him. The road is so narrow, no time for the lies. Get the guts to say no then nose dive, you got it

Chorus: Get ‘em up get ‘em up now. We got what you want now. Fill your heart with some love now. Yall can start when it bump now
Crystal Cameron: What you know. What you need. What you want

Sareem Poems: Got a light for the lost, eternity with clarity costs out of my budget, so Jesus gave His life on the cross. Narrowly walk and talk strange made from dirt, heavenly ebony living breathing pottery work. Healed from hurt once was last now I’m first, overflowing with water I ain’t dying of thirst. I ain’t riding on earth I’m defining my worth, trying to say thangs that bring change like mom’s coin purse. Valuable since birth beautifully and wonderfully made, life is a lesson not a childish game to be played. Ace of Spades got a God-body, God-complex made in His image the Lord’s breath He blew in my chest. God bless in excess, exhale fresh air, open up your heart, put love right there. No rain clouds her it’s blue sky clear, extend your limbs and wave your hands in the air yeah

Chorus: Get ‘em up get ‘em up now. We got what you want now. Fill your heart with some love now. Yall can start when it bump now
Crystal Cameron: What you know. What you need. What you want

Sivion: Man I’m here that’s what’s up, but you can bet I ain’t even pressing my luck. At best fight stress like less than a buck, always on the test like blessing a club. But that’s the rub, never can finish, trying to be tough get another bad image. Lose the playbook then you’re last in the scrimmage, confused like a rook ‘til you master the gimmicks. Can’t diminish the lies and the flaws, not until you recognize the prize that was lost. Rise on the third day eyes on the cross, then He toss us some grace when He sizing the cost. Cuz yall can draw straws, I’d rather bow down to the Boss then leave it up to a coin toss. Yall can play games with your soul, but the path to this light, God paved it with gold

Chorus: Get ‘em up get ‘em up now. We got what you want now. Fill your heart with some love now. Yall can start when it bump now

Crystal Cameron: What you know. What you need. What you want