Letra da Música Get Up, Get Off de The Prodigy

You got to get up
If you wanna get-

I hate people that ain’t movin’ their shoes
and I hate everybody that I see not feelin’ my groove
...we be takin’ the bar
but I hate everybody that don’t like electric guitars and I
hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin’ with venom... and I
twista... show them the force I’d like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse
only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya’ll


and I hate phony ass people
and I hate having no droll
and I hate ...-ass clubs that don’t be havin no bitches that bring ‘em down to the floor
and I hate when I can’t hurt somebody
and I hate when I ain’t got dough
and I hate everyone ... twista and prodigy... rockin’... control

You’ve got to get up
If you wanna get off

Keep your eyes open... so I can stop you from blinkin
Make you feel... try to see what you’re thinkin
Through the hole... while I’m holding my own
Get so cold in the zone I’ll just... my clone
I can fill the fuckin’ room up with torture and pain
... is coursing my veins
It’s the trilogy of terror... from my era
... agility that I scare ya because I hate ya’ll