| Song | Get Up |
| Artist | Shad |
| Album | Old Prince |
| Before I take a mic | |
| Take a break beat or a break to write | |
| Break me down lord please and shape my life | |
| We need leaders | |
| These elitists got nothing to teach us | |
| By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness | |
| And keep seekin' where | |
| Free speech is rare | |
| And realness gets kept less frequent than these secrets | |
| Share a couple stories | |
| Like a town home or brownstone | |
| Over loud phones about my hang ups and dial tones | |
| Swim in heaven and at worst you get drowned toe’d down | |
| To the place where the clouds roam | |
| So we get up | |
| All my people feeling bored and strange | |
| If you don’t feel at home in this conformist state | |
| Don’t ignore the pain | |
| That’s the lord that’s sayin' | |
| To you stand up King you were born to reign | |
| That’s the war that’s waged | |
| And the important thang | |
| Ain't what you'd die for | |
| Its what you live for today | |
| [Chorus] [x2] | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| Its hard to stand in a nation where the masses sit | |
| Idle and passionless | |
| Politics is polls | |
| In the papers all the facts are skipped | |
| Cant ascertain so the scholars place an asterisk | |
| And stories on the stars to dumb down | |
| And distract us with | |
| We cant help but feel detached from this | |
| Capitalist confusin' communion of corporate sponsors and advocates | |
| Where every actor is an activist | |
| But a movie cast wont fix these broken homes full of fractured kids | |
| Aren’t broken bones you can wrap up quick | |
| Folks trying to master this game that I call money for masochists | |
| Where if you wanna make a cut | |
| Gotta match their risk | |
| Dig in your pockets, not for cash | |
| But to slash your wrists | |
| And fashion’s just a game of who can follow fads fastest wish | |
| Some kind of miraculous world change can happen quick | |
| But these problems don’t take seconds to solve | |
| And getting mad ain't the same thing as getting involved | |
| We need to get up | |
| [Chorus] [x2] | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| Get a mic | |
| Get skill | |
| Get ice | |
| Get bills | |
| Get the life | |
| That you always wanted and then get killed | |
| Get slain | |
| Cause the rappers that do | |
| Get fame | |
| Its insane | |
| All they talk about is who should get blamed | |
| Young brothers get steel | |
| Before they get aim | |
| And they wanna get it pulled | |
| Before they get trained | |
| Cause they wanna get respect | |
| Get checks | |
| Get dames | |
| Things we all wanna get | |
| But end up getting drained trying to get em | |
| We get stressed and we get strained | |
| We don’t all get the ghetto | |
| But we all get pain | |
| Before I get to the refrain | |
| I hope you get what I'm sayin' | |
| Its messed, but we just might get some change if we get up | |
| [Chorus] [x2] | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans |
| Before I take a mic | |
| Take a break beat or a break to write | |
| Break me down lord please and shape my life | |
| We need leaders | |
| These elitists got nothing to teach us | |
| By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness | |
| And keep seekin' where | |
| Free speech is rare | |
| And realness gets kept less frequent than these secrets | |
| Share a couple stories | |
| Like a town home or brownstone | |
| Over loud phones about my hang ups and dial tones | |
| Swim in heaven and at worst you get drowned toe' d down | |
| To the place where the clouds roam | |
| So we get up | |
| All my people feeling bored and strange | |
| If you don' t feel at home in this conformist state | |
| Don' t ignore the pain | |
| That' s the lord that' s sayin' | |
| To you stand up King you were born to reign | |
| That' s the war that' s waged | |
| And the important thang | |
| Ain' t what you' d die for | |
| Its what you live for today | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans | |
| Verse Two | |
| Its hard to stand in a nation where the masses sit | |
| Idle and passionless | |
| Politics is polls | |
| In the papers all the facts are skipped | |
| Cant ascertain so the scholars place an asterisk | |
| And stories on the stars to dumb down | |
| And distract us with | |
| We cant help but feel detached from this | |
| Capitalist confusin' communion of corporate sponsors and advocates | |
| Where every actor is an activist | |
| But a movie cast wont fix these broken homes full of fractured kids | |
| Aren' t broken bones you can wrap up quick | |
| Folks trying to master this game that I call money for masochists | |
| Where if you wanna make a cut | |
| Gotta match their risk | |
| Dig in your pockets, not for cash | |
| But to slash your wrists | |
| And fashion' s just a game of who can follow fads fastest wish | |
| Some kind of miraculous world change can happen quick | |
| But these problems don' t take seconds to solve | |
| And getting mad ain' t the same thing as getting involved | |
| We need to get up | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans | |
| Verse Three | |
| Get a mic | |
| Get skill | |
| Get ice | |
| Get bills | |
| Get the life | |
| That you always wanted and then get killed | |
| Get slain | |
| Cause the rappers that do | |
| Get fame | |
| Its insane | |
| All they talk about is who should get blamed | |
| Young brothers get steel | |
| Before they get aim | |
| And they wanna get it pulled | |
| Before they get trained | |
| Cause they wanna get respect | |
| Get checks | |
| Get dames | |
| Things we all wanna get | |
| But end up getting drained trying to get em | |
| We get stressed and we get strained | |
| We don' t all get the ghetto | |
| But we all get pain | |
| Before I get to the refrain | |
| I hope you get what I' m sayin' | |
| Its messed, but we just might get some change if we get up | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Get up even if they knock us down | |
| They cant cant stop us | |
| Smile right back at em laugh and then get up | |
| Actions speak louder than a thousands talkers | |
| So make em blast that in their Walk Mans |