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Salt N Pepa
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The duo is back, competition check out the new style
Then get the heck out
Put on your battlin gear, but dont come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time its rap for rap
Im makin the move, and soon youll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin, Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because its time you shook up, you gotta make up
Its time to break up the party, now youre shook up
Salt and Pepas gettin swift, livin up to par
And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
Hurbys on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderellas like a propeller spinnin music so dope
Makin a lot of noise for all the boys shootin the gift
Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepas gettin swift
You might have thought about goin against the spices
Salt and Pepas a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin time, Mr. Macho, please dont try to rip
Because Ill melt ya like Nacho cheese
You want flavor, well heres something to savor
Why dont you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind
Statin the things and pleasin, takin a rest, Im out for easin
Bodily functions makin em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and Im gettin high
Youre outta luck, duck, now its time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a break
Im-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this aint no showdown
The competition, Im sure theyll blow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with
Stay stiff suckers, soon youll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an S on your forehead
Dont fuse up now, its time to put out lights
I wont ease up, pal, cuz Im-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around, and youll get creamed
The star of every males fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz Im quicker than a ???
Quick to split the chick tryin to get slick
Youre nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you flex, Im guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hoppers, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe theres a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
State of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture, but dont get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, youre afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift
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