Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you)
Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you)
Yeah-yeah (huh no applause, there's no applause) yeah-yeah
Whatever (alright give me that beat y'all) get on that
You know, uh-huh
You know what time is it, you know, uh
Yeah, you know (alright now)
You know what, you know what is it

You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh

Let me intertain you and interphase you, with the new sound
Sound is the "cyde" and the "PHAR" is the "CYDE"
And no matter who you are, you know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun, nor the moon nor the stars
No matter who you are (dum-dum, dum-dum) da-da-da-da
Come in, and commence to the sound of my drummin' (drummin')

You need to get up off of that shit
And stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that shit
And stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that shit (uh)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that shit (huh, na-na-na)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh

Time to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The Motha Ship of dreams, where fiendz breast feeds
Step thru' reality into reality, (uh)
So surreal you feel you never knew reality
Until it stood still now you're far from a lie
When the truth tantalizes ya eyes, see we already in the skies or outer space
Standing here in the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf, where my mom gave birth
To all that she love be it small to others, but yo its bigger than love
They did a cross examination of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru' translations
That's not the ticket, breaking codes in hieroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics (come on)

You need to get up off of that shit (ah)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on)
You need to get up off of that shit (woo, yeah)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that shit (ah, ah, ah)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh (ha)
You need to get up off of that shit (come on baby, baby)
And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on baby, baby, come on)

Yo! When money talks fools are always checkin', depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to rise
When they gonna recognize, time waits for no man?
When you gonna stand and
Get up off of that Bullshit (say what?)
Stop fighting that feeling

Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit (a'ight)
Talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits (what, what)
Comin' to the club looking for a star (uh-huh)
Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
Scoping around looking for the best dressed (say what, say what)?
Smelling for the indo passing up the stress
Sniff, sniff yo what does the iahp smell
A brotha like Suave with a pocket that's swell
Action was thrown, the iahp was blown
Next thing you know I had her at my home (uh-huh)
All alone object to get paid (paid)
Only thing that happened was her ass got laid (laid)
Now no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung (uh)
It's a lesson well learned for you club hopping hoes (ha, woo)
It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough, so

Get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit
Stop fighting that feeling, uh