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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Assistant Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
John Ewing
John Ewing
Additional Engineer
Karl Egsieker
Karl Egsieker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Markus Ulibarri
Markus Ulibarri
Assistant Engineer
Roger Lian
Roger Lian
Editing Engineer
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Get up Get up Like this Just like this Do you feel it? Then get up Just like this Do you wanna catch the vibe that's keeping me alive? Following these fat ass beats until I die Fill 'em with tension, the sick dimension Rumble the Earth with my lowered suspension Just watch the ground move, let the sound prove That it ain't fake when the girls get naked Don't call it a comeback, we bring that beat back And we made sure that John kept them beats phat A lyrical rampage, burning your headset Open your mind, my rhymes ain't dead yet I want you to stand up, put them hands up I'll break it on down 'cause you're pumping my band up Like this Just like this Come on Get up Get up Music is key, it's the way we're set free From all this world is throwing at me The rhythm's so insane, it's flowing through your vein Triggering the neck popping nerve up in your brain I don't even know you, but came to show you The Bizkit's limp when the night is over We shake the whole place, make this earthquake And it ain't fake when we start the riots So rock the bells, psycho females Doing time, blowing up the phone line Call it a stampede, coming to your town We ain't gonna hold back, we're coming to get down I want you to stand up, put them hands up And break it on down 'cause you're pumping my band up Like this Just like this Get higher Come on Get up Get up Music is key, it's the way we're set free From all this world is throwing at me And I'll do what it takes, if I make some mistakes It's okay 'cause it's all just the way it should be Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Limp Bizkit's in the house y'all Yo John, bring that beat back Han Just like this Do you feel it? Just like this Yo bring that beat back Music is key, it's the way we're set free From all this world is throwing at me And I'll do what it takes, if I make some mistakes It's okay 'cause it's all just the way it should be
Writer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Sam Rivers, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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