Bullsh*t lyrics

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
Yeah, yeah, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Uh-huh, no applause, please, no applause)
Whatever
Alright, give me that beat, y'all
You know, uh-huh, you know what time is it, you know what—
Uh, yeah, you know (Alright, now), you know what—
You know what time is it

[Chorus]
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh

[Verse 1: Imani]
Let me entertain you
And interphase you with the new sound
Sound is the side, 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 or the moon or the stars
No matter who you are (Do-doom, do-doom, do-doom) (Da-na-na-na)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Come in (Come in) and commence to the sound of my drumming (Drumming)
[Chorus]
You need to get up off of that sh*t, you stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that sh*t, you stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Uh), you stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Heh, da-na-na-na), you stop fighting that feeling, uh

[Verse 2: Slimkid3]
Time to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
'Cause we're committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The mothership of dreams where fiends breastfeed
Step through reality into reality (Uh)
So surreal, you'll feel you never knew reality
Until it stood still, now you're far from a lie
When the truth tantalizes your eyes, see we already in the skies
Or outer space, standing here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf (Yeah)
Where my mom gave birth (Uh-huh)
To all that she loves
Be it small to others, but, yo, it's bigger than love (Yeah)
They did a cross examination of it (Uh-huh)
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations through translations
That's not the ticket (Uh-huh)
Breaking codes in Hieroglyphics ('Glyphics)
Trying to get down to the specifics (Yeah, come on)
[Chorus]
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Ahh), you stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Woo, yeah), you stop fighting that feeling, uh
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Ahh, ahh, ahh), you stop fighting that feeling, uh (Ha)
You need to get up off of that sh*t (Come on, baby, baby), you stop fighting that feeling, uh (Come on, baby, baby, come on)

[Verse 3: Bootie Brown]
Yo, yo (Yeah), when money talks, fools are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents (Ha)
Foolishly convinced, blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to rise (Rise)
When they going to recognize? Time waits for no man (Haha)
When you going to stand, and
Get up off of that bullsh*t (Say what?), and stop fighting that feeling?

[Verse 4: Suave]
(Yo, yo)
Now let me change the topic just a bit (Ah)
Talk about the ips with the fat ass and tits (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?)
Smelling for the indo passing up the stress (Ha)
Sniff sniff, yo, what does the ip smell?
A brother like Suave with a pocket that's swell (Uh-huh)
Action was thrown, the ip 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 a ass got laid! (Laid)
Now, no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue, but believe I'm well-hung (Huh, ha)
So lesson well-learned for you club-hopping hoes (Woo)
It ain't about the stardom, and it ain't about the dough, so
[Chorus]
Get on up off of that bullsh*t (Yeah), stop fighting that feeling, uh (Baby, baby)
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling (Woo), uh (Baby, baby)
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t (Yeah), stop fighting that feeling, uh
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that feeling, uh (Yeah, baby, baby)
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t (Woo), stop fighting that feeling, uh (Baby, baby)
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t (Huh, yeah), stop fighting that feeling, uh (Baby, baby)
You gotta get on up off of that bullsh*t, stop fighting that—